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Captain  David  A.  Murphy 


MURPHY’S 

BATTLES 


An  Ohio  Soldier’s  Autobiography,  Written 
Mainly  for  His  Nephews  and  Nieces 
Thrilling  Stories  and  Timely  Snap  Shots 


motto . 

“Dullness  is  the  worst  heterodoxy.” 


BY 

CAPTAIN  DAVID  A.  MURPHY 

1842 — Age  71  years — 1913 

OXFORD,  OHIO,  U.  S.  A. 


CINCINNATI 

Press  of  The  Methodist  Book  Concern 


Copyright,  1913,  by  David  A.  Murphy 


Great  Children  Born  in  1 800 


1.  Lord  Macaulay. 

2.  George  Bancroft. 

3.  Caroline  Lee  Hentz. 

4.  Francis  Lueber. 

5.  Henry  Milne-Edwards. 

6.  Jean  Jacques  Ampere. 

7.  Thomas  K.  Arnold. 

8.  John  B.  Buckstone. 

9.  Count  Von  Moltke. 

10.  Charles  Goodyear. 

11.  Millard  Fillmore,  President. 

12.  Ben  F.  Wade,  United  States  Senator. 

13.  Linn  Boytd,  Speaker  of  House  of 

Representatives. 

14.  Dan’l  S.  Dickinson,  United  States 

Senator. 

15.  John  Brown,  of  Harper’s  Ferry. 

16.  David  W.  Murphy,  of  New  Jersey, 

Capt.  D.  A.  Murphy’s  Father. 


Contents 


M 

PAGE 

Title  Page  (with  frontispiece  of  Capt.  Murphy) .  1 

Great  Children  of  1800 .  2 

Murphy’s  Seven  Ages .  5 

Inscription  to  Friends .  5 

A  Checkered  Career .  5 

Yester  and  Easter  Day .  6 

Memorandum  for  United  States  Librarian .  7 

A  Birthday  Collection .  8 

Picture  of  Maysville,  Kentucky .  9 

Forget  Me  Not .  10 

“Missy”  Hall  and  Her  Pony .  11 

The  Dragon  War .  12 

A  New  Grant  Booklet .  12 

Capt.  Murphy’s  Army  Record .  13 

Roster  of  the  184th  O.  V.  1 .  14 

An  Ideal  Wife .  15 

My  Mother’s  Bible .  16 

Christ,  My  Shepherd .  17 

Current  Comment .  18 

Murphy,  Superintendent  of  Construction .  19 

Comrade  McKinley .  22 

Narrow  Escapes .  24 

General  U.  S.  Grant .  26 

Ohio  in  the  Civil  War .  28 

A  Bust  of  Capt.  Murphy .  29 

Capt.  D.  A.  Murphy’s  Life  Sketch .  29 

Frankfort  Roundabout  Editorial .  30 

A  Splendid  Tribute,  With  Gold  Watch .  32 

A  Signet  Ring  from  Friends .  33 

A  Souvenir  of  Friendship .  34 

A  New  Year’s  Gift .  35 


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CONTENTS — Continued 

PAGE 

Western  Christian  Advocate .  35 

Special  Order  of  War  Department .  36 

Clerk  at  General  W.  T.  Sherman's  Headquarters.-.  .  .  36 

Comrade  Frank  Hatton .  37 

The  Clock  and  the  Man .  38 

The  Union  Texan,  Editor  Norton .  39 

White  House  and  Religion  of  Presidents .  40 

Hon.  Frank  Hatton,  with  Portrait .  41 

Snap  Shots  at  Close  Range .  42 

Looking  Forward .  45 

Letter  from  Mrs.  Frank  Hatton .  46 

Fditorialettes .  46 

Countersign  is  Cavalry .  47 

A  Soldier’s  Prayer .  48 

An  Unmarked  Grave .  48 

Friendship  in  an  Album .  49 

God’s  Greatness,  Man’s  Smallness .  49 

Life  and  Its  Similes .  50 

Snap  Shots  in  Western  Christian  Advocate .  51 

Golden  Nuggets  in  Michigan  Christian  Advocate .  52 

A  Christmas  Carol .  53 

How  to  Live  Ninety  Years .  54 

Persons  and  Places .  55 

Old  Miami,  with  Picture .  56 

Name  of  God  in  Forty-five  Languages .  56 

An  Oxford  Christmas  Story .  58 

Christ’s  Hospital  of  Cincinnati .  61 

She  is  Not  There,  with  Picture .  62 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy  and  Wife .  63 

Buena  Vista .  63 

Sunset  Gates .  64 


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Murphy’s  Seven  Ages 

“But  the  Lord  upholdeth  the  righteous .” — Psalms  37:17. 

1.  Childhood. 

2.  Boyhood. 

3.  Early  Manhood. 

4.  Regal  Manhood. 

5.  Maturity. 

6.  Old  Age. 

7.  Sunset. 


INSCRIPTION: 


Inscribed  to  all  my  friends,  male  and  female,  young  and 
old,  North  and  South. 

Faithfully  your  soldier  friend. 

The  Author. 


Oxford,  Ohio,  April  3,  1913. 


A  Checkered  Career 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy, 

An  Ohio  Soldier  and  Poet. 

1.  Born  on  a  farm  near  Rome,  Ohio,  April  3,  1842. 

2.  Private  Company  H,  81st  Ohio  Volunteer  Infantry,  in 

1862-1864. 

3.  First  Lieutenant  and  Adjutant  184th  Ohio  Volunteer 

Infantry  in  1865. 

4.  Acting  Assistant  Adjutant-General,  with  rank  of 

Captain,  at  Bridgeport,  Ala.,  1865. 

5.  Superintendent  of  Construction  of  United  States  Public 

Buildings  eight  years. 

6.  Poet  and  Journalist— Author  of  four  books  and  three 

pamphlets. 

7.  Recipient  of  over  two  hundred  and  fifty  rare  presents 

within  twenty-five  years. 

Rev.  J.  W.  Zimmerman. 


Dayton,  Ky. 


Yester  and  Easter  Day 
I. 

One  summer  day,  at  garden  gate, 

We  met  as  strangers  may; 

“Eyes  spake  to  eyes” — love  predicate. 
But  that  was  Yesterday. 

We  horseback  rode,  our  joy  was  great, 
Plucked  roses  by  the  way; 

Hands  clasped  in  hands,  love  dominate 
But  that  was  Yesterday. 

We  hilltops  climbed,  our  hopes  elate, 
As  children  prone  to  stray; 

Heart  joined  to  heart,  love  ultimate — ■ 
But  that  was  Yesterday. 


II. 

Death  angel  came  at  midnight  hour 
And  stole  her  life  away; 

I  hapless  grieve  in  garden  bower 
And  long  for  Easterday. 

All  pageants  seem  a  passing  show 
As  lone  on  earth  I  stay, 

I  count  the  hours,  and  they  are  slow, 

And  wait  for  Easterday. 

Life’s  western  sun  sinks  slowly  down, 

And  on  my  knees  I  pray, 

Come  quickly,  Lord!  bring  robe  and  crown, 
Send  now  our  Easterday. 

— Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

Oxford,  Ohio. 


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Memorandum  for  the  United  States 
Librarian,  Washington,  D.  C. 


Name: 

David  Asbury  Murphy, 

Born  at  Shamrock,  Adams  County,  Ohio,  April  3, 
1842. 

Author  of  3  hooks: 

Pensive  Pansies  (Poetry) . 1901 

General  U.  S.  Grant  in  Poetry  and  History..  .1912 
Buckeye  Ballads  (Poetry) .  1913 

Author  of  four  Pamphlets: 

Scoops . 1901 

Ohio . 1902 

Office  Seeker . 1903 

McKinley  (Poem) . 1904 

Residence:  Oxford,  Ohio. 


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A  Birthday  Gift 

A  Dozen  and  More  “Dime-and-Pin”  Jokelets 
for  Our  Aged  Friend, 

1842  Capt.  David  A.  Murphy.  1913 

On  His  71st  Birthday,  April  3,  1913. 


1.  Hon.  Thomas  L.  King,  Mayor  of  Oxford,  Ohio.  .$0.10 

2.  Hon.  Raymond  H.  Hughes,  Acting  President 

Miami  University . 10 

3.  Rev.  R.  E.  Powell,  Professor  Miami  University  .  10 

4.  George  S.  Bishop,  Business  Manager  Miami 

University . 10 

5.  Dean  Mary  A.  Sawyer,  Acting  President 

Western  College  for  Women . 10 

6.  Dr.  Jane  Sherzer,  Ph.  D.  (Berlin),  President 

Oxford  College  for  Women . 10 

7.  Prof.  J.  Christian  Rincwald,  Musical  Director 

of  Oxford  College . 10 

8.  George  C.  Welliver,  President  Oxford  Na¬ 

tional  Bank . 10 

9.  Caleb  A.  Shera,  Cashier  Oxford  National  Bank,  .  10 

10.  J.  Gilbert  Welsh,  Cashier  Farmers’  State  and 

Savings  Bank . 10 

11.  Rev.  W.  L.  Y.  Davis,  Pastor  Oxford  Methodist 

Episcopal  Church . 10 

12.  Phillip  D.  Shf.ra,  Postmaster . 10 

13.  W.  M.  Beaton,  Drygoods  Merchant . 10 

14.  J.  W.  Hutchisson,  Grocery  Merchant . 10 


Total . $1.40 


Murphy’s  Remarks: 

A  dime  just  now  is  no  joke.  It  will  buy  one-half  dozen 
of  eggs  or  one-half  dozen  oranges.  My  Oxford  friends 
have  unwittingly  given  me  three  dozen  of  fresh  eggs  and 
four  dozen  choice  oranges.  Shake! 


8 


MAYSVILLE,  KENTUCKY,  ONE  OF  TIIE  MOST  BEAUTIFUL  TOWNS  ON  THE  OHIO  RIVER. 


Forget  Me  Not 

Inscribed  to  my  lovely  young  girl  friend,  Miss  Anabelle 
Jackson  Hall,  age  12  years. 

I. 

0  “Missy,”  dear,  of  Maysville  town, 

When  morning  sun  the  hilltops  crown, 

And  joyous  seems  thy  lot, 

My  morning  prayer  no  cloud-mists  stay, 

Good  angels  guard  thee  every  day, 

And  O,  forget  me  not! 

II. 

O  “Missy,”  dear,  of  Maysville  town, 

When  mid-day  sun  the  corntops  brown, 

And  summer  days  grow  hot, 

My  noon-time  prayer  while  sunbeams  play, 
Good  angels  cheer  thee  every  day, 

And  O!  forget  me  not! 

III. 

0  “Missy,”  dear,  of  Maysville  town, 

When  evening  sun  sinks  slowly  down 
And  workmen  seek  their  cot, 

My  night-time  prayer  where  moonbeams  stray, 
Good  angels  bless  thee  every  day — 

And  O!  forget  me  not! 

— Uncle  Murphy. 


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“Missy’’  and  Her  Pony 


Miss  Anabelle  Jackson  Hall,  Age  12  years, 
Maysville,  Kentucky. 

N.  B. — “Missy”  won  the  pony  in  a  newspaper  contest. 
She  is  the  most  witching  girl  in  Maysville.  “  An  Ideal 
Blue  Grass  Girl." 


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"  >nn<  rim -  ir 

The  Dragon  War 


1.  Wicked  war. 

2.  Hate  and  feud. 

3.  Always  a  scourge. 

4.  No  Christianity  in  war. 

5.  “Blessed  are  the  Peacemakers.” 

6.  Teach  the  children  to  HATE  war. 

7.  General  U.  S.  Grant  said,  “Let  us  have  peace!” 

fi  iTTTTl  1TTTT1.  ir 


-JUL1L- 


JUUL 


A  NEW  GRANT  BOOKLET 


Gen.  Ulysses  Simpson  Grant 
in  Poetry  and  History 

By  Capt.  David  A.  Murphy,  Oxford,  O. 
Price,  Only  25  cents. 


■ti 


For  Sale  at 

The  Methodist  Book  Concern 
220  West  Fourth  Street,  Cincinnati,  Ohio 

Highly  commended  by  the  Grant  Family, 
Bishop  Wm.  A.  Quayle,  and  Hon.  Whitclaw  Reid. 


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Capt.  David  A.  Murphy’s  Army  Record 

Minneapolis,  Minn.,  January  15,  A.  D.  1905. 

To  the  Honorable  Secretary  of  Treasury, 

Washington,  D.  C. 

Sir: 

I  have  the  honor  to  endorse  and  recommend  Capt. 
David  A.  Murphy,  Superintendent  of  Construction  of 
United  States  Public  Buildings,  for  prompt  assignment 
to  duty,  with  pay,  in  connection  with  one  of  the  new 
Public  Buildings  recently  authorized  by  Congress.  Capt. 
Murphy  has  been  Superintendent  of  Construction  and  in 
charge  of  five  (5)  United  States  Public  Buildings  in  the 
South,  and  has  won  the  highest  testimonials  for  good  con¬ 
duct  from  the  Southern  people.  Capt.  Murphy  was  a 
soldier  in  my  Regiment  (81st  Ohio  Volunteer  Infantry) 
and  Brigade  during  the  war  for  the  unity  of  our  country. 
Capt.  Murphy  was  a  good  soldier,  honest  and  faithful, 
every  day  in  the  field,  and  was  highly  esteemed  as  such  in 
his  Regiment,  Brigade,  and  Division.  In  one  of  the  battles 
south  of  Resacca  in  1864  he  was  on  the  firing  line  and 
brought  off  two  (2)  Confederate  muskets,  and  he  was 
therefore  promoted  for  good  conduct  upon  the  battlefield. 
I  hope,  and  strongly  advise,  that  he  be  retained  in  the 
service  as  long  as  his  health  will  permit.  Our  Country’s 
defenders  should  be  taken  care  of  while  the  Republicans  are 
in  power  at  Washington. 

I  am,  with  great  respect,  very  truly  yours, 

(Signed)  R.  N.  Adams, 
Late  Colonel  81st  O.  V.  /.,  and  Brevet 
Brigadier  General  U.  S.  Volunteers , 
1861-1865. 


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Roster  of  the  1  84th  Ohio  Volunteer  Infantry 


Rank 


Officers  at  Organization 


Date  of  Rank 


Remarks 


«% 


Colonel . 

Lieutenant-Colonel.  . 

Major . 

Surgeon . 

Assistant  Surgeon  .  .  . 
Assistant  Surgeon  .  .  . 

Adjutant . 

Quartermaster . 

Chaplain . 


Henry  S.  Commager*.  .  .  . 
Chandler  W.  Carrollf 

E.  S.  DoddJ . 

L.  G.  Meyer . 

Robert  A.  Richardson. .  .  . 

Henry  H.  Shaw . 

David  A.  Murphy ** . 

Jerome  Dubois . 


Feb.  22,  1865 
Feb.  IS,  1865 
Feb.  20,  1865 
Feb.  IS,  1865 
Feb.  18.  1865 
Feb.  21,  1S65 
Feb.  18.  1865 
Feb.  IS,  1865 


Appointed  brevet  Brig. 
. [General. 


Captain . 

1st  Lieutenant 
2d  Lieutenant . 


Captain . 

1st  Lieutenant 
2d  Lieutenant 


Company  A. 
Levi  S.  Jameson. . . . 

George  A.  Ells . 

Harry  Davis . 

Company  B. 

Joseph  Allen . 

Alex.  M.  Duck . 

Hiram  Reed . 


Feb.  6,  1865  . 

Feb.  6,  1865  . 

Feb.  10,  1S65  Never  reported  for 

. [duty. 


Feb.  14,  1865 
Feb.  14,  1S6S 
Feb.  14,  1S65 


Captain . 

1st  Lieutenant 
2d  Lieutenant 


Captain . 

1st  Lieutenant 
2d  Lieutenant . 


Company  C. 
Josephus  W.  Wise. . 

John  Giller . 

Alonzo  Langdon _ 

Company  D. 
J.  Douglass  Molcr.  . 
Joseph  A.  Blair .  .  . . 
Charles  E.  Warren . 


Feb.  IS,  1865  . 

Feb.  IS,  1S65 . 

Feb.  IS,  1865  Mustered  out  May  15, 

[1865. 


Feb.  20,  1865 
Feb.  20.  1865 
Feb.  20,  1865 


Captain . 

1st  Lieutenant 
2d  Lieutenant . 


Captain . 

1st  Lieutenant 
2d  Lieutenant . 


Company  E. 
George  P.  Davis  .  . 
Charles  W.  Gunvig. 
Harrison  P.  Taylor . 

Company  F. 
William  J.  Widencr. 

Robert  Detwiler _ 

Michael  Steck . 


Feb.  20,  1865 
Feb.  20,  1S65 
Feb.  20,  1S65 


Feb.  20, 
Feb.  20, 
Feb.  20, 


1865 

1S65 

1865 


Resigned  June  1,  1S65. 


Captain . 

1st  Lieutenant 
2d  Lieutenant . 


Company  G. 
Luman  P.  P.  Folkerth  . 

Joseph  McCreary . 

Frank  Hatton . 


Feb.  20, 
Feb.  20, 
Feb.  24, 


Captain . 

1st  Lieutenant 
2d  Lieutenant . 


Company  H. 

Simon  Perkins . 

Win.  H.  Betts . 

David  H.  Commager.  .  .  . 


Feb.  21, 
Mar.  3, 
Mar.  15, 


Captain . 

1st  Lieutenant 
2d  Lieutenant . 


Company  I. 

John  McNeill . 

Archibald  McNair. 
Wm.  F.  Landon. .  . 


Feb.  21, 
Feb.  21, 
Feb.  21, 


Captain . 

1st  Lieutenant 
2d  Lieutenant . 


Company  K. 

James  Barrett . 

Henry  C.  Canfield. . 
John  W.  Horton  .  .  . 


Feb.  22, 
Feb.  22, 
Feb.  22, 


1865 

1865 

1S65 


Resigned  Aug.  10,  1S65. 


1S65 

1865 

1S65 


1865 

1S65 

1S65 


Died  March  13,  1865. 


1865 

1865 

1865 


*  Was  field  officer  in  67th  O.  V.  I.  from  its  organization  up  to  date  of  appoint¬ 
ment  as  Colonel  of  184th  O.  V.  I. 

f  Was  a  Captain  in  15th  O.  V.  I.  for  three  years.  J  Was  an  officer  for  three  years 
**  Was  a  Private  in  the  81st  O.  V.  I. 

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An  Ideal  Wife 


Here’s  a  Comprehensive  Description  of  Her — Have 
You  the  Pleasure  of  Her  Acquaintance? 

The  Blade  has  received  the  following  description  of  an 
ideal  wife  from  a  resident  of  Oxford,  Ohio: 

“We  are  not  in  the  market  for  sale,  but  give  this 
friendly  interview  to  all  the  world,”  says  the  writer. 

1.  The  ideal  wife  must  have  good  health. 

2.  She  must  be  constant  and  cheerful  every  day. 

3.  She  must,  of  course,  have  good  morals  and  gracious 
manners. 

4.  She  must  love  God.  home,  the  Church,  children, 
the  woodlands,  pictures,  and  poetry. 

5.  She  must  not  be  a  dancer,  a  card  player,  or  a 
Sunday  motor  girl. 

6.  She  must  not  be  cheap  or  common,  but  clean, 
comely,  and  companionable. 

7.  She  must  not  be  a  tomboy,  a  hoyden,  a  vixen,  or 
a  street  gossip. 

8.  She  must  know  how  to  write  a  good,  readable 
letter.  Not  one  woman  in  fifty  does  know. 

9.  She  must  be  a  partner,  co-partner,  and  co-worker; 
clever,  competent,  and  “right  on  the  job.” 

10.  She  need  not  be  a  college  graduate  or  a  mountain 
climber  or  a  dog  trainer. 

11.  She  must  foreswear  fads,  fops,  frauds,  follies, 
fashions,  flatterers,  and  fearsomeness. 

12.  She  must  wear  a  pink  bow  in  her  hair  and  always 
have  her  husband’s  slippers  ready  for  him  on  the  home- 
hearth. 

The  pink  ribbon  signifies  her  wish  to  please  him,  the 
ready  slippers  show  her  willingness  to  make  him  really 
comfortable. — Portsmouth  Blade. 


15 


My  Mother’s  Bible 


11  The  Finest  of  the  Wheat." — Psalms  81:  16. 

My  mother’s  Book!  My  Shepherd’s  crook, 
Volume  with  love  replete; 

Its  study  yields,  like  harvest  fields, 

The  finest  of  the  wheat ! 

My  mother’s  faith !  Whate’er  it  saith 
Shall  earth  nor  hell  defeat; 

Its  seed  will  keep,  who  sows  shall  reap 
The  finest  of  the  wheat ! 

My  mother’s  hope!  Faith’s  telescope, 

What  visions  so  entreat? 

On  every  plain  waves  golden  grain, 

The  finest  of  the  wheat ! 

My  mother's  love!  Angels  above 
And  saints  below  shall  meet, 

When  Christ  shall  come  and  harvest  home 
The  finest  of  the  wheat ! 

O  matchless  Book!  Our  Shepherd’s  crook. 
His  throne  the  mercy-seat; 

The  Christian’s  staff,  truth  free  from  chaff, 
The  finest  of  the  wheat! 

— Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 


On  « 


Christ,  My  Shepherd 

I. 

My  Shepherd  Good,  He  knoweth  me, 

And  calleth  me  by  name; 

The  sheepfold  nigh  He  showeth  me, 

Though  I  be  lost  or  lame. 

O,  evermore  in  field  or  wood, 

My  Savior  and  my  Shepherd  good! 

II. 

My  Shepherd  Great  He  foldeth  me 
And  shields  me  from  life  foes; 

In  loving  arms  He  holdeth  me 
And  calmeth  all  my  woes. 

O,  evermore  in  every  strait 

My  Savior  and  my  Shepherd  great! 

III. 

My  Shepherd  Chief  He  leadeth  me 
In  pastures  fresh  and  green; 

On  manna  fresh  He  feedeth  me, 

His  sheep  not  lorn  or  lean. 

O,  evermore  midst  joy  or  grief 

My  Savior  and  my  Shepherd  Chief! 

— Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

.  S. — This  poem  is  not  in  any  one  of  my  books. — 
PHY. 


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Current  Comment 


I. 

AN  OXFORD  BOOSTER  FOR  21  YEARS. 

I  have  gladly  “boosted"  Oxford,  and  all  of  the  twenty- 
one  years,  in  the  Oxford  News,  Oxford  Times,  and  Oxford 
Herald.  But  alas!  so  far  without  practical  results.  Boost¬ 
ing  Oxford  without  Capital  and  aid  of  our  Progressive 
Citizens  is  like  driving  wild  horses  with  broken  lines! 


II. 


I  » - »  n  u  ir 

HATES  THE  DRINK  DEMON  EVERY  DAY. 

I  am  the  sworn  enemy  of  the  Drink  Demon, 

=  North  and  South.  If  it  were  in  my  power  I  would 
dig  a  hole  large  enough  to  hold  all  the  whisky 
.  distilleries  in  the  wide  world,  dump  them  all  into 
the  bottomless  cavern,  and  place  Stone  Mountain 
of  Georgia  over  the  mouth  of  the  pit,  saying,  “Ah, 
there,  stay  there!” 

= 

:  3(  '<  i<  "~ii  -  - 

III. 

OUR  SENTIMENTS. 

Buy  at  home  and  try  at  home 
To  give  the  town  a  show; 

Live  at  home  and  give  at  home 
And  help  the  town  to  grow. 

Make  your  cot  the  nicest  spot 
That’s  under  heaven’s  dome; 

Just  buy  a  bit  to  brighten  it — 

And  be  sure  to  buy  at  home! 

— Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 


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Capt.  David  A.  Murphy 

Superintendent  of  Construction  of  United  States 
Public  Buildings,  a  Newspaper  Editor,  and 
One  of  the  Minor  Poets  of  America. 

[From  the  Clarksville  (Term.)  Leaf-Chronicle,  Nov.  1,  1898.] 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy,  of  Oxford,  Ohio,  has  now  been 
in  Clarksville  for  fifteen  months  as  Superintendent  of  our 
new  Postoffice  Building,  and  from  time  to  time  we  have 
learned  something  of  his  checkered  and  eventful  career. 

Capt.  Murphy  is  a  practical  builder  and  building 
superintendent,  as  is  proven  by  competent  architects  and 
builders.  Capt.  Murphy  as  a  newspaper  editor  and  poet 
for  twenty  years  has  obtained  wide  celebrity. 

His  Record  as  a  Building  Superintendent. 

Nine  prominent  Cincinnati  architects  and  twenty-four 
Cincinnati  builders  gave  him  a  letter  in  August,  1892, 
which  reads  as  follows: 

“Capt.  David  A.  Murphy,  the  bearer  of  this  letter, 
was  connected  with  builders  and  building  operations  in 
Cincinnati,  Ohio,  for  fifteen  or  twenty  years,  and  has 
been  Superintendent  of  Construction  of  the  United  States 
Public  Buildings  at  Frankfort,  Kentucky,  and  Jefferson, 
Texas,  and  is  familiar  with  plans  and  specifications  and 
building  contracts  and  building  materials,  and  has  ac¬ 
quired  a  practical  knowledge  of  the  building  business  in 
all  its  branches.  Capt.  Murphy  is  a  gentleman  of  the 
highest  personal  character,  and  excellent  business  capacity, 
and  is,  moreover,  a  crippled  Union  soldier.  Capt.  Murphy 
is  well  qualified  by  his  general  intelligence  and  practical 
experience  for  the  position  of  Superintendent  of  the  United 
States  Public  Building  at  Fort  Worth,  Texas,  or  Richmond, 
Kentucky.  His  appointment  would  secure  to  the  Depart¬ 
ment  a  competent,  practical,  and  efficient  building  super¬ 
intendent.” 

This  letter  is  signed  by  his  friends  and  rivals  in  the 
building  business — men  who  have  known  him  for  twenty- 
five  years. 


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Testimonials  From  Four  Ex-Supervising  Architects. 

There  are  now  on  file  in  the  United  States  Treasury 
Department  letters  from  four  (4)  ex-supervising  architects 
as  to  Capt.  Murphy’s  ability  and  character,  which  read 
as  follows: 

“An  excellent  superintendent.” — Hon.  James  G.  Hill, 
Washington,  D.  C. 

“Competent  and  courteous  superintendent.” — Hon. 
M.  E.  Bell,  Chicago,  Ill. 

“Faithful  and  meritorious  superintendent.” — Hon.  Jas. 
H.  Windrim,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 

“A  competent,  practical,  and  efficient  building  super¬ 
intendent.” — Hon.  Win.  Martin  Aiken,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

Capt.  Murphy  has  served  as  superintendent  under  all 
the  Republican  Supervising  Architects  now  living,  and 
they  all  spoke  of  him  in  high  praise.  President  McKinley 
has  three  times  endorsed  Capt.  Murphy  for  Superintendent 
of  Construction  of  United  States  Public  Buildings.  He 
does  his  work  quietly  and  persuasively,  but  none  the  less 
effectively. 

One  of  the  Minor  Poets  of  America. 

But  perhaps  our  citizens  admire  him  most  on  account 
of  his  great  literary  talent.  He  has  been  managing  editor 
of  three  newspapers  so  far  in  life:  The  Kentucky  and  Ohio 
Union,  Portsmouth,  Ohio,  1861-2;  The  Danville,  Ky., 
Tribune,  1880-86,  and  The  Findlay,  Ohio,  Tribune,  1887-88. 
Capt.  Murphy  has  been  writing  poems  since  he  was  fifteen 
years  of  age,  and  he  is  now  one  of  the  Minor  Poets  of 
America.  If  this  statement  seems  to  be  overdrawn,  we 
can  furnish  some  strong  proofs  of  it: 

1.  President  McKinley  has  written  him  a  letter  of 
thanks  for  a  campaign  song,  published  in  November,  1896, 
entitled,  “Serenade  to  McKinley.”  Mrs.  McKinley,  we 
believe,  has  a  copy  of  this  poem  in  her  scrap  book. 

2.  Hon.  Robt.  T.  Lincoln,  Ex-Hnited  States  Minister 
to  England,  has  written  a  letter  to  Capt.  Murphy  thanking 
him  for  a  great  poem  in  honor  of  President  Lincoln.  This 
poem  of  seven  stanzas  is  heroic,  and  suggests  the  popular 
style  of  Sir  Walter  Scott. 

3.  Mr.  Joaquin  Miller,  “the  Poet  of  the  Sierras," 
has  written  a  letter  to  Capt.  Murphy  stating  that  he  will 
publish  one  of  his  poems  in  one  of  his  new  books,  “simply 
on  the  ground  of  its  great  merit.”  Mr.  Miller  was  the 

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friend  and  companion  of  Lowell  and  Longfellow,  and  of 
Browning  and  Tennyson,  while  these  great  poets  were 
living. 

4.  The  Sunday  School  Times,  of  Philadelphia,  pub¬ 
lished  one  of  his  remarkable  poems  entitled,  “My  Mother’s 
Bible,”  in  1873,  and  it  is  still  going  the  rounds  of  the 
newspapers.  It  is  believed  that  this  poem  will  live  one 
hundred  years. 

5.  One  of  his  poems,  entitled  “Fate,”  has  been  taken 
into  a  play  called  “Friends,”  by  Miss  Salina  Fetters,  and 
it  is  spoken  on  the  stage  nightly.  It  is  said  to  make  the 
real  hit  of  one  of  the  scenes. 

6.  One  of  his  best  poems,  entitled  “The  Message 
Bearer,”  will  be  set  to  music  in  Washington,  D.  C.,  shortly, 
and  will  be  published  throughout  the  country.  This  poem 
has  in  it  the  passion  of  Byron  and  the  fancy  of  Shelley. 

7.  A  Detroit,  Michigan,  publisher  has  collated  from 
the  newspapers  one  thousand  of  the  Spanish-American  War 
poems  of  1898,  and  they  all  will  be  published  in  a  book 
next  month.  One  of  Capt.  Murphy’s  war  poems  is  in  this 
book. 

During  the  week,  Capt.  Murphy,  as  a  building  super¬ 
intendent,  is  compelled  to  be  sensible  and  practical.  But 
on  Saturday  night  he  takes  a  subject  for  his  poem  to  his 
room  and  sometimes  wrestles  with  it  until  midnight.  On 
Sunday  morning  he  goes  to  Church  services.  On  Sunday 
afternoon  he  simply  takes  up  his  pen  and  transfers  his 
poem  to  white  paper,  rarely  changing  a  word  in  it. 

An  All-Around  American  Who  Admires  President 

McKinley. 

Capt.  Murphy  is  an  Ohio  man,  but  he  loves  every 
State  in  the  Union.  Capt.  Murphy  is  a  stanch  Republican, 
but  he  does  not  give  to  party  that  which  was  meant  for 
mankind.  Capt.  Murphy  is  an  ardent  Methodist,  but 
he  finds  good  Christians  in  all  the  other  Churches.  His 
simple  creed  seems  to  be: 

“There  is  nothing  so  kingly  as  kindness, 

And  nothing  so  royal  as  truth.” 

His  high  culture  and  genial  spirit  make  him  a  welcome 
guest  in  any  household,  and  his  marvelous  love  for  young 
people  insures  his  popularity  in  any  community.  Capt. 
Murphy  is  now,  and  always  has  been,  a  warm  friend  and 
supporter  of  President  McKinley. 

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[original.] 

Comrade  McKinley 


A  Memorial  Ode  for  Decoration  Day. 


By  Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

I. 

Our  Comrade  slain  in  manhood’s  prime, 
McKinley,  O  McKinley; 

His  taking  off  the  maddest  crime, 
McKinley,  O  McKinley. 

The  idol  of  his  native  State, 

In  highest  place  won  honors  great, 

Like  Lincoln,  met  a  tragic  fate, 
McKinley,  O  McKinley! 

II. 

Our  Comrade  slain  at  Canton  sleeps, 
McKinley,  O  McKinley; 

The  Nation’s  guard  love’s  vigil  keeps, 
McKinley,  O  McKinley. 

His  gracious  speech  all  compeers  miss, 
His  wedded  life  an  Eden  bliss, 

Like  Garfield,  heard  the  bullet’s  hiss, 
McKinley,  O  McKinley! 

III. 

Our  Comrade  slain,  his  struggles  cease, 
McKinley,  O  McKinley; 

God’s  servants  true  find  heavenly  peace, 
McKinley,  O  McKinley. 

His  courage  high  when  stricken  down, 
His  sterling  worth  no  voices  drown, 

Like  Stephen,  gained  a  martyr’s  crown, 
McKinley,  O  McKinley! 


Hon.  William  McKinley 


Narrow  Escapes 


God  shielded  my  head  in  many  skirmishes  and  battles 
for  three  years — 1862-1865.  I  was  under  rebel  guns  one 
hundred  days  in  succession  in  marching  from  Dalton  to 
Atlanta  in  1864.  I  saw  my  comrades  killed  and  wounded 
on  either  side  of  me  standing  in  ranks.  Our  headquarters 
tents  were  at  the  foot  of  Kenesaw  Mountain  for  some 
days.  Every  night  at  12  M.  for  a  week  the  rebels  on 
Kenesaw  loaded  their  cannon  with  pieces  of  scrap  iron 
and  shot  straight  down  at  our  tents.  Limbs  of  trees  fell 
on  our  tents,  and  some  horses  were  killed.  One  Sunday 
evening  I  was  watching  a  battle  in  progress  in  a  field  near 
me.  A  stray  bullet  struck  a  pile  of  sand  in  front  of  me, 
and  filled  my  tin  cup  of  coffee  just  as  I  was  going  to  drink 
it.  I  said,  “ Thanks ,  awfully!  I  would  rather  have  the 
sand  in  my  coffee  cup  than  the  lead  in  my  body!”  I 
missed  the  bloody  battle  at  Allatoona  Pass  in  October, 
1864,  simply  because  I  had  a  permit  to  remain  in  Marietta 
as  the  guest  of  Col.  Sam’l  M.  Ross  for  three  days.  The 
battle  at  Allatoona  occurred  on  the  second  day  of  my 
visit.  Hundreds  of  my  Brigade  were  killed  and  wounded 
at  Allatoona.  When  Gen’l  Sherman’s  army  withdrew 
from  the  front  and  swung  to  the  rear  of  Allatoona,  in 
September,  1864,  I  was  on  detached  service  as  clerk,  with 
the  headquarters  wagons.  The  wagons  were  parked  in  a 
large  field.  The  rebels  shelled  the  wagons  with  vigor  for 
three  hours,  and  shells  fell  all  around  me.  I  had  no  weapon 
and  no  means  of  defense,  and  was  in  deadly  peril.  It 
seemed  to  me,  sometimes,  that  the  shells  were  coming 
straight  into  my  eyes! 

At  General  Corse’s  headquarters  in  rear  of  Savannah, 
in  December,  1864,  the  rebels  shelled  our  tents  every  day 
at  1  o’clock  P.  M  for  a  whole  week.  The  officers  took  to 
trees  for  shelter,  but  I  remained  on  duty  as  clerk  in  my 
tent.  One  day  a  voice  from  Heaven  said  to  me,  “Get  out 
of  this  tent  quickly!”  Not  knowing  why,  I  obeyed  the 
voice,  and  was  out  of  the  tent  fifteen  minutes.  On  my 
return  I  found  that  a  piece  of  shell  had  struck  my  desk 
right  where  I  was  sitting,  and  after  striking  my  desk  had 
buried  itself  in  the  ground.  A  month  later  I  was  telling 
my  Christian  mother  in  Ohio  about  the  narrow  escape. 

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She  said  to  me,  “0  my  son,  I  thought  you  were  in  peril 
that  day,  and  I  went  into  the  closet  and  prayed  that  God 
would  spare  your  life.  I  prayed  there  from  1  o’clock  to 
5  o’clock  P.  M.”  I  know  now  that  I  was  saved  in  answer 
to  my  mother’s  prayers.  I  had  the  piece  of  shell  in  my 
valise  and  showed  it  to  her.  But  she  would  not  allow  it 
to  remain  in  the  house.  I  buried  it  in  the  yard. 

Once,  in  a  fierce  skirmish  south  of  Resacca,  Georgia, 
I  was  caught  in  the  crush  and  found  myself  between  two 
fires.  It  took  me  two  hours  to  crawl  out  on  my  hands  and 
knees  one-half  a  mile.  Bullets  from  friends  and  foes  cut 
the  leaves  from  trees  right  over  my  back. 

I  was  in  the  army  hospitals  two  or  three  times  “sick 
unto  death’’  with  chronic  diarrhea  and  fever.  Many  of 
the  stronger  men  of  my  regiment  similarly  affected  died 
in  the  hospitals  and  were  buried  simply  in  an  army  blanket. 
I  have  seen  arms  and  legs  cut  from  the  wounded  soldiers 
and  piled  up  outside  of  the  field  hospitals  like  cord  wood. 
War  is  cruel  and  bloody  from  every  angle! 

O  yes!  there  is  fighting  blood  in  my  veins.  My  grand¬ 
mother  several  times  removed,  Phoebe  Murphy,  is  the 
identical  woman  who  threw  a  feather  bed  on  the  fire  in 
the  block-house  to  keep  the  British  soldiers  from  coming 
down  the  chimney.  Grandma  Phoebe  and  Thomas,  her 
husband,  are  buried  at  Bath,  Indiana,  only  thirteen  miles 
from  Oxford,  Ohio.  I  love  sweet  Peace,  and  would  fight 
for  Peace  any  day.  There’s  an  Irish  bull  for  you! 

— Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 


General  Ulysses  Simpson  Grant 


Born  April  27,  1822.  Died  July  22,  1885. 


By  Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

I. 

Humble  in  birth,  regal  in  worth, 
Great  Captain  of  war  hosts; 

Mighty  in  will,  matchless  in  skill, 

Not  given  to  idle  boasts. 

In  God-like  gifts  his  lack  was  scant, 

Hero  of  heroes ,  U.  S.  Grant! 

II. 

A  peerless  knight,  fearless  in  fight, 
And  kingly  from  his  birth; 

Born  to  command,  in  action  grand, 
Liked  not  music  or  mirth. 

His  loyalty  no  sickly  plant, 

Hero  of  heroes ,  U.  S.  Grant! 

III. 

Hailed  as  Hero,  not  a  Nero — 

Lee’s  army,  whipped,  was  fed; 

Horses  he  gave,  harvests  to  save, 
“Let  us  have  peace,’’  he  said. 

The  Blue  and  Gray  his  praises  chant, 

Hero  of  heroes,  U.  S.  Grant! 


Gen.  Ulysses  Simpsoi/  Grant. 


Ohio  in  the  Civil  War 


1.  The  State  of  Ohio  gave  to  the  United  States  the 
Hero  of  the  American  Republic — General  Ulysses  Simpson 
Grant. 

2.  Ohio  enlisted  301,000  good  soldiers  and  sailors  for 
the  United  States  Army  and  Navy  in  four  years,  1861-65. 

3.  Ohio  is  the  birthplace  of  five  great  American  soldier- 
Presidents,  1868  to  1900 — Grant,  Hayes,  Garfield,  Harri¬ 
son,  and  McKinley. 

4.  Ohio  gave  birth  to  twelve  out  of  thirty-six  Brigadier 
Generals  and  Major  Generals  who  won  distinction  in  the 
Civil  War  in  America. 

5.  Ohio  gave  to  the  world  the  greatest  of  all  modern 
orators,  Thomas  Corwin,  and  the  greatest  wizard  of 
modern  inventors,  Thomas  A.  Ediscn. 

6.  Ohio  gave  to  the  world  of  letters  the  greatest  Ameri¬ 
can  Diplomat,  John  Hay,  and  the  Dean  of  American 
Novelists,  William  Dean  Howells. 

7.  Ohio  contributed  to  the  Civil  War  History  six  of 
the  wide-awake  newspaper  correspondents  who  were  at 
the  front  and  “on  the  firing  line” — 1861-1865 — Whitelaw 
Reid,  J.  B.  McCullough,  Capt.  David  A.  Murphy,  William 
S.  Furay,  William  H.  Chamberlin,  and  W.  D.  Beckham. 
Capt.  Murphy  is  still  living. 


Capt.  David  A.  Murphy,  of  Ohio,  is  Superintendent 
of  Construction  of  the  United  States  Custom  House  and 
Postoffice  Building  being  erected  at  Frankfort,  Kentucky. 
Capt.  Murphy  was  connected  with  the  prominent  builders 
of  Cincinnati  for  fifteen  years  before  he  came  to  Kentucky. 
He  is  not  only  familiar  with  plans  and  specifications,  but 
has  had  practical  experience  in  buying  building  material. 
The  firms  in  whose  office  he  served  erected  buildings  in 
Cincinnati,  Chicago,  Cairo,  Boston,  New  York,  and  Wash¬ 
ington.  Mr.  Samuel  Hannaford,  Superintendent  of  the 
new  Government  Building  at  Cincinnati,  strongly  com¬ 
mended  Capt.  Murphy  as  the  man  to  superintend  the 
construction  of  the  new  Government  Building  at  Frank¬ 
fort.  It  is  a  position  which  requires  good  eyes  and  good 
judgment. —  The  Danville  ( Ky .)  Tribune,  1883. 

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Captain  David  A.  Murphy 

The  Retiring  Superintendent  of  Our  Public 
Building. 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy,  the  retiring  Superintendent 
of  Construction  of  the  Public  Building  at  Frankfort,  has 
proven  himself  to  be  a  competent  and  courteous  official ; 
and,  we  believe,  our  citizens  generally  desired  his  retention 
until  the  final  completion  of  the  building.  It  requires  a 
peculiar  man,  a  man  well  equipped  at  every  point,  to  be  a 
successful  superintendent  of  any  Public  Building. 

1.  The  successful  superintendent  must  be  a  man  who  is 
not  only  familiar  with  plans  and  specifications,  but  one 
who  has  had  practical  experience  in  buying  building 
materials.  Captain  Murphy  has  been  connected  with 
the  prominent  builders  in  Cincinnati,  Chicago,  and  New 
York  for  twenty  years,  and  knows  good  workmen  and 
good  materials  when  he  sees  them. 

2.  The  successful  superintendent  must  be  a  first-class 
accountant  and  bookkeeper,  otherwise  he  will  not  be  able 
to  manage  the  books  in  the  office  and  have  the  monthly 
reports  made  correctly.  The  office  work  must  be  me¬ 
thodical  and  accurate,  and  conducted  upon  business  prin¬ 
ciples,  and  is  of  only  less  importance  than  the  work  on  the 
building.  Capt.  Murphy  is  a  practical  bookkeeper  and 
accountant — one  of  the  best  in  the  country — as  shown 
by  the  fact  that  his  salary  in  the  city  of  New  York  was 
$2,500  per  annum. 

3.  The  successful  superintendent  must  be  somewhat 
of  a  law'yer.  He  must  at  least  know  enough  of  common 
law  to  comprehend  the  meaning  of  contracts.  Capt. 
Murphy’s  father  was  a  lawyer,  and  Capt.  Murphy  has  a 
well-stored  legal  mind.  He  has  read  Blackstone  and 
Every  Man’s  Lawyer,  and  has  written  over  one  hundred 
contracts  with  builders  for  stone,  brick,  lumber,  mortar, 
and  hardware.  Two  or  three  of  these  contracts  required 
each  $50,000  worth  of  building  materials. 

4.  The  successful  superintendent  must  have  Depart¬ 
ment  experience — the  knowledge  that  comes  only  from 
business  connections  with  the  Supervising  Architect  of  the 
Treasury  Department  and  the  careful  study  of  at  least  one 
of  the  large  Public  Buildings  now  being  erected  in  America. 

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Capt.  Murphy  has  carefully  watched  the  progress  of  the 
magnificent  United  States  Custom  House  and  Postoffice 
Building  at  Cincinnati  for  ten  or  twelve  years,  and  has 
had  personal  charge  of  the  Public  Building  at  Frankfort 
without  interruption  for  two  years  and  two  months. 

5.  The  successful  superintendent  must  be  a  “man  of 
affairs”- — a  man  of  superior  executive  ability — a  man  who 
can  uniformly  manage  the  different  contractors  without 
friction.  “He  must  stand  four  square  to  all  the  winds 
that  blow.”  Capt.  Murphy’s  intimate  friends  tell  us 
that  he  has  enough  executive  ability  to  command  a  division 
in  the  army,  or  to  be  governor  of  a  Territory.  There  be 
contractors  and  contractors — some  good,  some  poor,  some 
cranky.  The  superintendent  must  get  on  with  them  as 
they  come  to  Frankfort  and  see  that  no  one  of  them  delays 
the  building.  He  does  not  choose  them,  as  all  of  the  con¬ 
tracts  are  awarded  by  the  Department  in  Washington. 

It  will  be  seen,  therefore,  by  all  our  good  citizens,  that 
Capt.  David  A.  Murphy  is  well  equipped  at  all  points  for 
the  position  of  Superintendent  of  Construction,  and  that 
his  removal  at  this  juncture  of  affairs  will  neither  improve 
the  civil  service  of  our  country  nor  expedite  the  completion 
of  the  Frankfort  Public  Building. — Frankfort  (Ky.)  Round¬ 
about,  September  12,  1885. 


A  Splendid  Tribute 


Superintendent  Murphy  Wins  New  Honors. 

A  Testimonial  of  Which  Any  Alan  Alight  Be  Justly  Proud. 


Newport,  Ky.,  Feb.  4,  1901. 

To  the  Secretary  of  the  Treasury, 

Washington,  D.  C. 

Sir: 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy,  Superintendent  of  Construc¬ 
tion  of  United  States  Public  Buildings,  has  been  in  charge 
of  our  new  United  States  Postofhce  Building  for  sixteen  (16) 
months,  and  the  splendid  structure  now  about  completed 
proves  beyond  question  that  he  is  a  competent,  practical, 
and  highly  efficient  Building  Superintendent,  and  faithful 
in  the  discharge  of  his  duty  to  the  Government.  Captain 
Murphy’s  high  culture,  blameless  character,  and  uniform 
courtesy  has  won  for  him  the  good  will  and  esteem  of  our 
citizens.  We  regard  him  as  being  well  equipped  by  prac¬ 
tical  experience  for  the  manifold  duties  of  Building  Super¬ 
intendent,  and  therefore  cordially  recommend  that  he  be 
retained  in  the  service  during  President  McKinley’s 
second  administration.  We  are,  with  great  respect, 

Very  truly  yours, 

[Signed] 

R.  W.  Nelson,  Mayor;  John  H.  Meyer,  Postmaster; 
W.  J.  Hissem,  Assistant  Postmaster;  Wm.  H.  Dyer,  Dis¬ 
bursing  Agent;  Wm.  A.  Horton,  Ex-Mayor;  and  two  Bank 
Presidents,  two  Bank  Cashiers,  three  resident  Pastors, 
four  members  of  Council,  five  Attorneys,  ten  County 
Officials,  and  over  one  hundred  prominent  citizens. 

And  to  emphasize  their  good  will,  the  citizens  and 
school  children  of  Newport  have  presented  the  Captain 
with  a  handsome  gold  watch,  chain,  and  locket. — Oxford, 
Ohio,  News,  Feb.  15,  1901. 


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A  Signet  Ring  From  Friends 

Superintendent  Murphy  Wins  New  Honors. 

Carrollton,  Ky.,  March  1,  A.  D.  1902. 

To  the  Honorable  Secretary  of  the  Treasury, 

Washington,  D.  C. 

Sir: 

We,  the  undersigned  citizens  of  Carrollton,  respectfully 
affirm  and  submit  that  Capt.  David  A.  Murphy,  Super¬ 
intendent  of  Construction  of  Public  Buildings,  has  been 
in  charge  of  our  new  Postoffice  from  the  beginning,  and 
the  structure,  now  completed,  is  a  splendid  building  of 
its  size  and  class.  The  face  brick  is  laid  in  good  English 
bond  with  handsome  quoins;  and  the  building  in  archi¬ 
tectural  appearance  is  decidedly  attractive  and  artistic. 

Capt.  Murphy  is,  beyond  question,  a  skillful  artisan 
and  a  man  of  splendid  executive  and  business  capacity. 
The  hottest  days  of  summer  and  the  coldest  of  winter 
some  of  us  saw  him  on  duty  at  the  building  apd  carefully 
watching  its  progress.  Moreover,  Capt.  Murphy  is  a 
crippled  veteran  of  the  Civil  War,  and  by  his  good  conduct 
and  faithful  service  fully  merits  the  preference  shown  to 
competent  soldiers  now  in  the  service  of  the  Government. 

We  are,  with  great  respect,  very  truly  j  ours, 
[Signed] 

R.  M.  Barker,  Mayor;  T.  C.  King,  Postmaster  four 
years;  R.  L.  Vallandingham,  Ex-Mayor;  O.  M.  Wood, 
Ex-Mayor;  J.  A.  Donaldson,  President  First  National 
Bank;  H.  M.  Winslow,  President  Carrollton  National  Bank; 
J.  F.  Jett,  President  Electric  Light  Company;  Rev.  J.  D. 
Redd,  Pastor  Methodist  Episcopal  Church,  South;  Rev. 
W.  F.  Evans,  Pastor  Presbyterian  Church;  Rev.  O.  M.  Huey, 
Pastor  Baptist  Church;  Rev.  D.  M.  Bridges,  Minister  Chris¬ 
tian  Church;  Rev.  J.  M.  Ahmann,  Pastor  St.  Johns  Catholic 
Church;  W.  W.  Masterson,  Disbursing  Agent;  three  news¬ 
paper  editors,  five  County  Officials,  and  about  one  hundred 
prominent  citizens. 

The  school  children  of  Carrollton  presented  Captain 
Murphy,  on  January  1,  A.  D.  1902,  with  a  gold  signet  ring 
studded  with  small  diamonds,  as  a  token  of  their  esteem. 

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A  Souvenir  of  Friendship 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy,  Superintendent  of  Construc¬ 
tion  in  charge  of  the  completion  of  our  Postoffice  Building, 
was  presented  with  a  gold  heart  in  a  silver  frame,  in  his 
office  on  Monday,  October  26,  1903,  as  a  “souvenir  of 
friendship  from  the  citizens  of  Richmond,  Kentucky.” 
Miss  Sara  G.  Rucker,  a  charming  young  girl,  made  the 
presentation  address  in  the  presence  of  the  postmaster 
and  other  friends.  Capt.  Murphy  briefly  expressed  his 
cordial  thanks,  and  said  he  would  give  his  speech  in  due 
time  to  the  Richmond  Pantagraph.  We  herewith  subjoin 
the  two  speeches: 

Miss  Sara  G.  Rucker’s  Presentation  Address. 

“Captain  Murphy: — You  came  to  our  city  five  months 
ago  unknown  to  most  of  us:  since  that  time  your  manly 
bearing,  upright  Christian  life,  and  the  genuine  human 
kindness  manifested  by  you  have  so  impressed  us  with 
those  great  traits  of  character  that  we  desire,  in  expressing 
our  appreciation,  to  present  this  little  token  of  our  friend¬ 
ship,  which  we  hope  will  be  regarded  by  you  as  a  souvenir 
of  our  sincere  esteem  and  our  hearts’  best  wishes  for  j  our 
future  welfare.” 

Captain  Murphy’s  Speech  of  Thanks. 

“Miss  Rucker,  and  my  Richmond  Friends: — I  thank 
you,  most  cordially,  for  your  beautiful  souvenir  of  friend¬ 
ship — the  golden  heart  in  silver  frame.  It  is  not  only 
beautiful,  but  artistic.  Beyond  words,  and  more  than 
gold,  I  prize  the  genuine  friendship  which  it  signifies  and 
attests.  It  is  possible  that  I  may  go  to  Washington  City 
during  the  winter,  and  if  so,  I  will  gladly  wear  your  sou¬ 
venir  to  the  White  House.  Believe  me,  I  fully  appreciate 
the  kindness  shown  to  a  stranger.  I  congratulate  the 
citizens  of  Richmond  upon  the  completion  of  their  hand¬ 
some  and  attractive  Public  Building.  I  take  off  my  hat 
to  you  and  salute  you!  I  believe  with  all  my  heart  what 
Miss  Alice  Cary  sings: 

‘There’s  nothing  so  kingly  as  kindness, 

And  nothing  so  royal  as  truth.’” 

—Richmond  (Ky.)  Pantagraph. 

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A  N  ew  Year’s  Gift 

A.  D.  1904. 

Captain  David  A.  Murphy  Receives  a  Bust  of 

Himself. 

Captain  David  A.  Murphy,  Superintendent  of  Con¬ 
struction  of  Public  Buildings,  now  on  duty  at  Maysville, 
Ky„  is  the  honored  recipient  of  a  priceless  New  Year’s 
gift — a  plaster  bust  of  himself,  18  x  24  inches,  in  gilt 
frame  and  under  plate  glass. 

The  bas  relief  is  a  work  of  high  art,  and  strikingly 
life-like  in  expression. 

The  Captain’s  soldier  face  and  shoulders  are  not 
“idealized,”  but  presented  with  all  their  “rugged  features.” 

The  bust  and  frame  is  the  handiwork  of  his  friend, 
Mr.  Joseph  Wilberding,  the  sculptor  and  artist,  whose 
studio  is  at  Norwood,  O. 

It  is  a  gift  of  esteem,  and  would  honor  any  State 
Governor  or  a  College  President. 

The  sculptor,  we  understand,  has  been  at  work  on 
it  at  odd  times  for  six  months.- — Maysville  (Ky.)  Ledger, 
September  1,  1904. 


The  Western  Christian  Advocate 

Rev.  Levi  Gilbert,  D.  D.,  Editor-in-Chief;  Rev.  E.  C. 
Wareing,  D.  D.,  Associate  Editor. 


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which  includes  Peace,  Progress,  Purity, 
and  Patriotism. 


Subscription  Price: 

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Address  The  Methodist  Book  Concern, 

220  West  Fourth  Street  Cincinnati,  Ohio. 

N.  B. — "The  Western  Christian  Advocate.  Revds.  Levi  Gilbert,  D.  D..  and 
Ernest  C.  Wareing,  D.  D.,  is  bright,  breezv.  and  beautiful  every  week  of  the 
whole  calendar  year." — The  Oxford  Ohio  Herald. 

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Special  Field  Orders,  | 

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III.  Private  David  Murphy,  81st  Regiment 
Ohio  Infantry  Volunteers,  will  report  forthwith  at 
these  Headquarters  for  assignment  to  duty  with 
the  Military  Division  of  the  Mississippi  Head¬ 
quarters. 

By  Order  of  Major  General  Jas.  B.  McPherson, 

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Comrade  Frank  Hatton 


A  New  Year’s  Tribute,  Written  By  His  Old  Army 
Adjutant,  David  A.  Murphy. 

[Written  for  the  Hawk-Eye.} 

What  tuneful  tongue,  our  comrade  dead, 

Shall  justly  speak  his  worth: 

The  regnant  truth — with  heart  and  head 
The  press  he  loved  from  birth. 

“Newspaper  man  ”  from  first  to  last, 

His  brilliancy  was  unsurpassed ! 

Stanch  partisan  through  checkered  life, 

He  died  in  manhood’s  prime; 

His  talents  rare,  with  good  will  rife, 

The  “stalwart”  of  his  time. 

He  stood  with  friends  and  withstood  foes, 

His  loyalty  the  world  well  knows! 

Town  postmaster  for  many  years, 

His  merits  records  tell; 

Nation’s  postmaster,  it  appears, 

He  served  his  country  well. 

In  Cabinet  the  youngest  man, 

His  cleverness  the  years  outran? 

His  comrades  all  from  East  to  West 
His  kindly  deeds  proclaim; 

“They  loved  him  most  who  knew  him  best,” 

His  banter  meant  no  shame. 

His  vacant  chair  true  friends  regret, 

His  comradeship  life’s  coronet! 

His  country  loved  with  fervent  glow, 

A  sword  of  flame  his  pen ; 

He  scorned  fool-frauds  and  all  vain  show, 

A  prince  among  bright  men. 

At  Rock  Creek  sleeps,  God  gave  him  rest — 

True  heroism  Frank  Hatton’s  crest! 

January  1,  A.  D.  1895. 


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The  Clock  and  the  Man 

[Inscribed  to  Rev.  E.  H.  Cherington,  Pastor  Oxford  Meth¬ 
odist  Episcopal  Church,  1891-96 .J 

The  pastor  of  our  Christian  flock 

Five  years  has  served  by  the  church  clock; 

Anomaly,  friends  well  may  scan, 

The  clock  may  stay,  but  not  the  man. 

Midst  Oxford’s  restless  ebb  and  flow 
His  faithful  toil  the  records  show; 

His  life  built  on  the  Pauline  plan, 

The  clock  may  stay,  but  not  the  man! 

Classic  in  speech,  in  manhood’s  prime, 

Glad  herald  of  the  sun-bright  clime; 

His  sermons  great,  match  them  who  can — 

The  clock  may  stay,  but  not  the  man ! 

His  wife  and  child  Oxford  holds  dear, 

The  parsonage  they  fill  with  cheer; 

God’s  mercies  sure  their  lives  will  span, 

The  clock  may  stay,  but  not  the  man ! 

All  Oxford  knows  our  pastor’s  worth, 

His  blameless  life  shall  bless  the  earth; 

His  mental  poise  whelms  clique  and  clan, 

The  clock  may  stay,  but  not  the  man! 

O  mitred  clock  with  sceptred  hands, 

It  changes  pastors  in  all  lands; 

All  mutiny  falls  under  ban. 

The  clock  may  stay,  but  not  the  man ! 

But  not  in  vain  he  serves  the  Lord — 

When  called  from  labor  to  reward, 

Tell  all  from  Beer-sheba  to  Dan, 

The  clock  may  stay,  but  not  the  man ! 

— Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

“Capital!” — Rev.  David  H.  Moore,  D.  D.,  Editor  of 
The  Western  Christian  Advocate,  Cincinnati,  Ohio. 

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The  Union  Texan 


General  A.  B.  Norton,  of  Dallas,  Texas,  Former 
Publisher  of  the  Intelligencer, 

Born  in  Ohio. 

I. 

Our  Union  friend,  alas!  is  dead, 

A  checkered  life,  indeed,  he  led; 

Brave  witness  of  its  five  epochs, 

All  Texas  loved  his  long  white  locks! 

II. 

In  stature  small,  hut  large  of  heart, 

He  acted  well  a  noble  part; 

Gifted  and  true  midst  smoke  or  flame, 

No  Texan  could  more  life-friends  claim! 

III. 

A  gentle  Knight  of  the  best  school, 

Conduct  squared  by  the  Golden  Rule; 

Patriot  born — benign  and  strong — 

One  Texan  right  when  States  were  wrong! 

IV. 

Lover  of  Clay,  Houston,  and  Grant, 

His  principles  of  adamant; 

The  black  man’s  friend,  no  white  man’s  foe, 

For  Texas  spoke  with  fervent  glow! 

V. 

A  party  man  from  first  to  last, 

His  flag  unfurled  from  paper’s  mast; 

His  fourscore  years  seem  all  too  brief, 

And  Texas  friends  are  filled  with  grief! 

— Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 


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The  White  House 

James  Hoban,  an  Irish  architect,  designed 
the  White  House,  and  was  paid  $500. 

Corner-stone  laid  bv  Washington,  October 
14,  1791. 

Work  of  construction  began  immediately 
after  corner-stone  laying. 

Building  practically  completed  in  October, 
1800. 

First  occupied  bv  President  Adams  in  winter 
of  1800. 

Partly  destroyed  by  fire  by  British,  1814. 

Cost  of  building  at  time,  $333,207. 

Restored  and  reopened  January  1,  1818,  at 
a  cost  of  $300,000. 

Rebuilt  by  James  Hoban,  original  designer. 
— Washington  Post. 


The  Religion  of  Our  Presidents 

Five  Presidents  of  the  United  States  were 
Episcopalians,  five  were  Presbyterians,  four  were 
Methodists,  four  were  Unitarians,  two  were 
Dutch  Reformers,  one  was  a  Campbellite,  and 
one  had  no  religion  at  all  to  speak  of.  The  latter 
is  the  man  whom  Democrats  are  proudest  of — 
Thomas  Jefferson.  The  next  President  will 
make  the  sixth  Presbyterian  on  the  White 
House  list. — Maysville  (Ky.)  Ledger. 


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Hon.  Frank  Hatton 

of  Cadiz,  Ohio, 

and  His  Several  Newspapers. 


Cadiz  (O.) 
Republican. 

Mt.  Pleasant 
(la.)  Journal. 

Burlington 
(la.)  Ilawkeye. 

Washington 
Post,  Wash¬ 
ington,  D.C. 


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National 

Republican, 
Washington, 
D.  C. 

Chicago  Mail, 
Chicago,  Ill. 

New  York 
Mail,  New 
York,  X.  Y. 


<*» 


Hon.  Frank  Hatton, 

Managing  Editor  Washington  Post,  Daily  and  W  eekly, 

1902-07. 


“The  most  brilliant  Editor  in  America,”  and  for  many 
years. 


Hon.  Frank  Hatton 

Ohio’s  Most  Brilliant  Editor. 

Snap  Shots  at  Close  Range  By  His  Army  Comrade, 
Captain  David  A.  Murphy. 

I. 

Frank  Hatton  and  I  were  brother-editors  in  Ohio,  and 
brother-officers  in  the  184th  O.  V.  I.  in  1865. 

We  were  both  Ohio  men,  proud  of  all  the  Buckeyes, 
and  doubly-proud  of  General  Ulysses  S.  Grant. 

Hatton  was  from  Cadiz,  Ohio,  and  I  was  from  Ports¬ 
mouth,  Ohio.  We  loved  each  other  as  brothers  may.  I 
was  three  years  his  senior;  he  was  six  years  my  superior 
in  all  that  appertains  to  Newspaperdom.  The  Editor  of 
seven  newspapers — six  of  them  lest  money. 

I  saw  him  on  the  field  of  battle,  and  knew  he  could, 
fight — I  saw  him  in  his  Editorial  sanctum  and  knew  he 
was  “really  fighting."  He  flayed  fads  and  follies  fiercely! 

Editor  Hatton  in  Washington  disliked  Jim  Blaine 
exceedingly,  and  shocked  everybody  at  the  National  Cap¬ 
ital  when  he  called  Theodore  Roosevelt  “the  Bowery  boy.” 
Hatton,  as  Editor,  was  Mt.  Vesuvius  in  action! 

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Brilliant  and  Buoyant. 

I  have  seen  Hatton  at  his  house,  at  the  hotel,  in  his 
sanctum,  and  in  the  United  States  Senate  Gallery.  But 
I  never  saw  him  when  he  was  not  buoyant. 

Dazzling  and  bedazzling  in  wit  and  fact.  Once  a 
Democrat  had  the  temerity  to  tell  Mr.  Hatton  that  Iowa 
was  going  to  elect  a  Democratic  Governor.  Hatton  blurted 
out,  “Iowa  will  go  Democratic  when  Hell  goes  Methodist 

Frank  Hatton  was  First  Assistant  Postmaster  General 
under  Postmaster  General  Timothy  O.  Howe,  in  President 
Arthur’s  Cabinet.  When  the  Postmaster  General  died, 
Hatton  was  promoted  to  fill  the  vacant  Cabinet  chair.  He 
was  the  youngest  Cabinet  officer  in  Washington.  Presi¬ 
dent  Arthur,  it  was  said,  transacted  official  business  “with 
his  Hat’on!”  Wasn’t  that  “phunny?”  Hatton  had  a 
nose  for  news  and  a  club  for  frauds. 

III. 

Joke  Played  on  Murphy. 

Comrade  Hatton  always  had  a  good  heart  under  his  vest. 
He  loved  his  friends  and  comrades  every  day  of  his  busy 

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life.  Frank  was  his  Christian  name,  and  he  was  “frank”  in 
all  his  callings.  Wrong  sometimes,  yes!  but  never  woeful. 

He  had  a  penchant  for  playing  jokes  on  his  army 
comrades.  Once  upon  a  time  I  was  in  Washington  and 
rushed  into  his  Editorial  sanctum.  I  asked  him  to  please 
give  me  letters  of  introduction  to  Senators  Allison,  of 
Iowa,  and  Manderson,  of  Nebraska.  It  was  Hatton’s 
“busy  day,”  but  he  signed  the  letters  and  handed  them 
to  me,  and  then  he  asked,  “Murphy,  is  that  all  you  want 
now}"  “Yes,  Frank,”  I  said.  “Do  you  see  that  door?” 
pointing  to  the  door  of  entrance  into. his  sanctum.  “Yes,” 
I  said.  “Do  you  know  what  doors  are  for?”  he  asked. 
I  said,  “Yes,  of  course  I  do!”  “Well,  now,”  he  said, 
“you  git!”  I  picked  up  my  hat  and  went  out  smiling. 

IV. 

I  was  an  applicant  for  the  office  of  Postmaster  at  Dan¬ 
ville,  Ivy.,  in  1882,  and  was  endorsed  by  two  Presidents, 
Grant  and  McKinley;  the  father  of  one  President,  Judge 
Alphonso  Taft;  and  the  son  of  one  President,  Robt.  T. 
Lincoln.  I  still  have  “the  Big  Four  letters”  in  my  trunk. 
President  Arthur  told  Postmaster  General  Hatton  that 
Col.  Wm.  O.  Bradley,  “the  boss”  of  Kentucky,  seriously 
objected  to  my  appointment  as  Postmaster.  But  he  told 
Mr.  Hatton  to  “give  Captain  Murphy  an  office  with  a 
larger  salary.” 

Mr.  Hatton  explained  the  situation  to  me  in  detail. 
And  then  he  asked  me,  “Murphy,  what  office  do  you 
really  want?”  There  were  two  United  States  Public 
Buildings  to  be  erected  in  Kentucky,  one  at  Louisville 
and  one  at  Frankfort.  I  selected  the  Frankfort  Public 
Building,  salary  of  Superintendent  six  dollars  per  day, 
and  the  appointment  was  mailed  to  me  without  unusual 
delay.  I  was  Superintendent  of  Construction  of  the 
United  States  Public  Building  at  Frankfort,  Ivy.,  two 
years  and  four  months. 

[Personal  letter  from  Hon.  Frank  Hatton.] 

POSTOFFICE  DEPARTMENT, 
Office  of  First  Assistant  Postmaster  General. 

Washington,  D.  C.,  September  7,  1882. 

D.  A.  Murphy,  Esq.,  Danville,  Ivy. 

My  dear  Dave: 

Yours  of  the  23d  ulto  has  been  received.  I  have  seen  the 
Treasury  people  and  they  assure  me  that  there  is  no  doubt  of  your 
appointment  as  Superintendent  of  Construction  of  the  new  Govern¬ 
ment  building  at  Frankfort,  Ivy.  Sincerely  yours, 

Frank  Hatton. 


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V. 

Snap  Shots  at  Close  Range. 

I  was  in  Editor  Hatton’s  sanctum  in  Washington  one 
day  when  he  was  wanted  in  four  places  immediately,  “if 
not  sooner."  President  Arthur  sent  a  message  for  Hatton, 
Speaker  Reed  wanted  him  at  the  House  of  Representatives, 
Beriah  Wilkins,  his  partner,  asked  him  to  come  to  his 
room,  and  the  foreman  of  the  pressroom  insisted  that 
Hatton  come  downstairs  for  five  minutes.  Hatton,  of 
course,  went  to  the  White  House  first. 

Mr.  Hatton  was  President  Arthur’s  floor  manager  at 
the  Republican  Convention  held  in  Chicago  in  1864. 
Hatton  wired  urgent  appeals  to  the  White  House  during 
the  anxious  days  before  Hon.  James  G.  Blaine  was  nom¬ 
inated  for  the  Presidency.  President  Arthur,  serene  and 
dignified,  authorized  no  gifts  or  pledges.  Mr.  Hatton,  in 
disgust,  said,  “I  will  never  again  undertake  to  nominate 
a  President  who  will  do  nothing  to  help  himself.” 

Speaking  of  Petroleum  V.  Nasby’s  droll  output,  so 
often  praised  by  Mr. .  Lincoln,  Hatton  remarked,  “It 

takes  a  real  d - d  fool  to  write  that  sort  of  stuff.”  O 

yes,  Frank  could  talk  like  a  brother  and  fight  like  Beelze¬ 
bub. 

VI. 

Once  We  Fell  Out,  But  Made  Up. 

Despite  the  fact  that  we  were  both  Ohio  men,  brother 
Methodists,  army  comrades,  and  fellow-Republicans,  we 
“fell  out,”  as  lovers  do  sometimes.  Frank  Hatton  was 
as  brave  as  the  bravest  on  the  field  of  battle,  but  he  was 
“highly  sensitive”  to  the  criticism  of  journalists.  In  the 
course  of  human  events  I  obtained  a  good  cut  of  “Hen. 
Frank  Hatton,  Postmaster  General  at  Washington,  D.  C.,” 
and  printed  it  on  the  first  page  of  my  stalwart  Republican 
weekly,  The  Danville  (Kv.)  Tribune ,  in  1883.  On  seeing 
the  picture  in  the  Danville  Tribune,  Mr.  Hatton  promptly 
“called  me  down,”  so  to  speak.  He  said  “the  printing  of 
his  picture  in  my  paper  subjected  him  to  needless  criticism 
in  Kentucky.” 

I  answered  him  promptly,  and  gently  rebuked  him  in 
the  next  paper  by  saying,  “ Murphy ,  not  Hatton,  is  the 
Managing  Editor  of  The  Danville  Tribune."  “Ingrati¬ 
tude,”  I  told  him,  “was  the  Unpardonable  Sin.”  Thank¬ 
less  people  are  stupid  people. 

44 


VII. 

Mr.  Hattcn’s  sudden  death  was  a  severe  shock  to  me. 
He  is  buried  under  the  trees  at  Rock  Creek  Cemetery,  near 
Washington.  One  summer  day  his  wife  and  sister  took 
me  in  a  hack  to  his  silent  resting  place.  I  knelt  at  his 
grave,  took  off  my  hat,  but  hot  tears  whelmed  me.  Lo! 
I  fell  flat  on  Hatton’s  mound.  His  good  wife  and  another 
lady  picked  me  up  and  hurried  me  away. 

And  that  night,  in  my  hotel  room,  I  wrote  the  Hatton 
poem  annexed  : 


Looking  Forward 

[A  laurel-wreath  for  lion.  Frank  Hatton's  grave.} 

I. 

We  trembling  stood  beside  Frank’s  grave, 
Where  stately  trees  their  branches  wave, 

Nor  stayed  some  scalding  tears; 

“Does  death  end  all?”  ’T  was  vain  to  ask, 
His  greeting  missed  and  warm  hand-clasp — 
He  sleeps,  not  days,  but  years! 

II. 

Yes,  Hatton  sleeps!  his  struggles  o’er, 

His  handsome  face  we  see  no  more, 

Our  loss  the  more  endears; 

His  weary  brain  finds  gracious  rest, 

Nor  plans  for  “scoops”  from  East  and  West, 
Nor  call  for  “copy”  hears! 

III. 

He  sleeps,  alas!  among  the  dead. 

His  numbered  years  too  swiftly  fled, 

Faith’s  creed  the  long  night  cheers; 

We  all  shall  meet  around  God’s  throne; 

The  Savior  lives  and  claims  His  own, 

Our  comrade  there  appears. 

Rock  Creek  Cemetery , 

May,  1897. 


45 


Letter  From  Mrs.  Frank  Hatton 

Washington,  D.  C.,  July  1,  1907. 

My  dear  Captain  Murphy: 

On  my  return  home  a  few  days  since,  I  found  the  copy 
of  your  book,  “Pensive  Pansies,”  you  were  kind  enough 
to  send  me.  I  noted  the  page  you  marked,  and  thank 
you  for  your  kind  words  of  Mr.  Hatton  expressed  in  that 
poem,  entitled  “Looking  Forward.”  With  kind  regards 
to  Mrs.  Murphy  and  yourself,  I  remain, 

Sincerely  yours, 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  S.  Hatton. 


Editorialettes 

1.  Alas  and  Alack! 

Dram-drinkers  drink  Distilled  Damnation  daily,  dog¬ 
gedly,  and  diabolically. 

2.  Prudence  Demanded. 

“A  good  wife  is  from  the  Lord  and  a  poor  wife  is  from 
the  devil.”  Prudent  swains  will  therefore  seek  life- 
partners  from  Christian  families  rather  than  from  beer 
halls. 

3.  Our  New  Grant  Booklet. 

“General  Ulysses  Simpson  Grant  in  Poetry  and  His¬ 
tory,”  by  Captain  David  A.  Murphy,  Oxford,  Ohio. 

A  beautiful,  poetical,  and  historical  tribute  to  the 
great  General  by  one  of  his  subordinates  whose  pen  was 
busy  during  the  war  and  whose  time  since  those  stormy 
days  has  been  given  to  editorial  work  and  other  public 
interests. — Western  Christian  Advocate. 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy,  Superintendent  of  Construc¬ 
tion  of  the  United  States  Courthouse  and  Postoffice  Build¬ 
ing  at  Jefferson,  Texas,  is  an  old  newspaper  man,  well 
known  in  Kentucky,  having  published  for  many  years 
the  Danville  Tribune.  His  endorsements  for  the  position 
were  from  the  strongest  men  of  the  Republican  party. — 
Dallas  (Texas)  Intelligencer,  July  20,  1889. 

46 


The  Countersign  Is  Calvary 

The  statistics  show  that  the  United  States  Army 
veterans  of  1861-65  are  dying  at  the  rate  of  150  a  day. 
Capt.  David  A.  Murphy,  of  Oxford,  Ohio,  says,  “Tell 
army  comrades  that  the  countersign  at  the  Gates  of 
Heaven  is  ‘Calvary.’” 


I. 

The  countersign  is  “Calvary.” 

It  holds  a  mystic  spell, 

The  given  key — gate  mastery— 

All  Christ's  friends  know  it  well, 

No  doubt,  or  break  along  that  line — 
“Calvary”  is  Heaven’s  countersign. 

II. 

“Calvary”  is  the  countersign, 

Christ  there  for  all  once  died; 

His  sacrifice  shows  LOVE  divine, 
Heaven's  gates  He  opens  wide! 

Nor  “Pyramids”  nor  “Palestine” — 
“Calvary”  is  Heaven’s  countersign. 

— Miss  M.  M.  Murphy. 


A  Soldier’s  Prayer 


tritten  For  and  In  Honor  of  My  Army  Comrades 
Now  Dying  at  the  Rate  of  150  Every  Day. 

O  God!  hear  Thou  my  daily  prayer: 

Grant  me  strength  to  do  and  dare, 

And  whether  King  or  simple  page, 

As  gallant  Knight  Truth’s  battles  wage! 

Do  I  fear  Death?  My  answer,  “No!” 

Death  is  to  me  a  conquered  foe; 

Christ’s  way  through  faith  I  dimly  see — 

Heaven  lies  beyond  Gethsemane! 

Nor  blind  nor  lame,  and  seldom  dumb. 

Death’s  angel  now  may  quickly  come; 

Time’s  teeth  will  raze  both  Greece  and  Rome — 
Christ’s  promised  “Place,”  my  Heavenly  Home! 

— ('apt.  David  A.  Murphy. 


An  Unmarked  Grave 

Mrs.  Lizzie  Enyart  Gray’s  Grave  in  the 
Oxford,  Ohio,  Cemetery. 

The  Clarksburg  belle,  pride  of  the  State, 

Judge  Holbrook’s  gifted  daughter; 

In  merry  moods  and  talents  great 
Gay  cavaliers  all  sought  her. 

Madonna  garb  and  saintly  grac^t. 

And  deep-gray  eyes  marked  Lizzie’s  face! 

The  Captain’s  bride,  loved  far  and  wide, 

Her  mother’s  only  daughter; 

Consumptive  wreck,  her  baby  died, 

Home  joys  were  doomed  to  slaughter. 

A  Christian  wife,  benign  and  brave — 

Alas!  no  stone  marks  Lizzie’s  grave! 

— An  Old  Friend. 


48 


Friendship 

A  Tribute  of  Friendship  Written  in  an  Album 
of  Friendship,  January  1,  1913. 

In  Friendship’s  name 
To  Friendship  go; 

Her  Friendship  claim, 

My  Friendship  show. 

Whilst  Friendship  hills  and  valleys  blend, 
God’s  Friendship  bless  my  winsome  friend! 

— Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 


God’s  Greatness,  Man’s  Smallness 

The  greatest  thought  I  now  recall  in  my  checkered 
career  came  to  me  while  I  was  on  a  steamship  going  from 
Savannah  to  New  York,  in  January,  1865.  On  leaving 
Savannah  I  saw  flowers  blooming  in  the  dooryards  and 
parks.  Three  days  later  I  caught  sight  of  the  snow-cov¬ 
ered  hills  of  New  England! 

Off  Cape  Hatteras,  on  the  coast  of  North  Carolina, 
the  thought  came  to  me  on  shipboard  that  if  a  single 
plank  in  the  sides  of  the  ship  should  give  way,  or  if  a 
single  bolt  in  the  multiplied  machinery  should  break,  the 
whelming  waves  of  the  mighty  ocean  would  wreck  the 
stately  ship  and  drown  the  crew  and  passengers.  The 
thought  came  to  me  just  there  of  the  Greatness  of  God 
and  the  Smallness  of  man! — Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

49 


Life  and  Its  Similes 


Life  is  a  battle,  a  combat  each  day, 

Men  slain  like  cattle,  and  frightful  the  fray. 

Life  is  a  voyage,  good  ships  breast  the  gale, 
All  worlds  we  forage  and  homeward  we  sail. 

Life  is  a  college,  a  campus  midst  years; 
Students  gain  knowledge  and  scholars  make 
peers. 

Life  is  a  market,  merchants  buy  and  sell; 
Spotlight  or  sparklet,  eye-pleasers  do  well. 

Life  is  a  drama,  mixing  smiles  and  tears, 
Moses  or  Brahma,  real  actors  win  cheers. 

Life  is  a  mirror,  the  world  of  events 
Each  day  brings  nearer  the  striking  of  tents. 

Life  is  a  riddle,  we  fain  give  it  up, 

Joy  plays  the  fiddle,  sorrow  drains  the  cup. 

Life  is  a  forum  and  talents  gleam  fair, 

Friends  make  its  quorum,  co-workers  win  there. 

Life  is  a  journey  from  cradle  to  grave, 
Mankind  at  tourney,  some  cowards,  some 
brave. 

Life  is  a  trial,  in  Church  or  in  State, 

Christ  or  Belial,  the  choice  seals  our  fate. 

Life  is  a  dower,  a  portion  to  all, 

Potent  its  power  in  hovel  and  hall. 

Life  is  a  treasure  and  love  is  its  leaven, 

Grace  beyond  measure,  Christ  offers  us 
Heaven! — Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 


Snap  Shots 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

God  reigns;  He  holds  the  reins  and  sends  the  rains. 

The  Western  Christian  Advocate  at  one  dollar  a  year  is 
cheap  enough,  dear  knows. 

An  automobile  with  a  Bible  in  it  would  make  us  think 
that  “Hell  was  going  Methodist.’’ 

Women,  the  world  over,  are  better  than  men.  Eighty 
per  cent  of  convicts  of  the  world  are  males. 

The  pretentious  reformers  of  America,  now  on  the 
stump,  would  do  well  to  reform  themselves. 

The  Jordan  is  the  most  crooked  river  in  the  world.  It 
meanders  216  miles  between  two  points  only  sixty  miles 
apart. 

The  high  cost  of  living  will  be  reduced  “all  along  the 
lines”  when  men  live  sanely,  soberly,  and  smokelessly. 

A  young  man  named  Fountain  Wetmore  Rainwater 
lives  at  Waterloo,  Ky.  Mayhap  he  may  meet  Miss  Spring 
Lake  Rivers,  of  Ocean  Grove,  N.  J. 

There  are  just  four  classes  of  Methodist  people  who  do 
not  go  to  Church  at  least  once  on  Sunday — the  lazy,  the 
thankless,  the  selfish,  and  the  godless. 

If  we  had  to  choose  between  giving  license  to  a  whisky 
saloon  or  a  rattlesnake,  in  any  town,  we  would  give  the 
license  to  the  snake  and  then  kill  the  snake.  Now  you 
hear  us,  do  n’t  you ! 

We  saw  General  Ulysses  Simpson  Grant  at  the  Gibscn 
House,  Cincinnati,  in  May,  1883,  and  there  were  tears 
rolling  down  each  side  of  his  soldier-face.  He  had  just 
buried  his  mother  beside  his  father  at  Spring  Grove 
Cemetery. 

Loyalty  is  the  greatest  of  human  virtues.  A  godly  man, 
of  course,  is  loyal  to  God  and  all  God’s  friends.  A  patriot 
is  loyal  to  his  country.  And  a  husband  worthy  of  the 
name  is  loyal  to  his  wife  every  day. 

We  are  in  such  a  hurry  that  we  no  longer  have  time  to 
sit  down  and  dream  dreams,  and  no  people  make  any 
intellectual  advance  unless  they  do  dream  their  dreams. — 
Woodrow  Wilson. — Western  Christian  Advocate. 


51 


Golden  Nuggets  for  College  Students 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

1.  Dullness  is  the  worst  heterodoxy. 

2.  Talents  are  God-given.  We  should  not  bury  them. 

3.  We  are  all  kings  or  subjects.  Why  not  be  a  king? 

4.  No  college  poet  was  ever  elected  governor  or  presi¬ 
dent. 

5.  Know  God — know  thyself — know  thy  fellow-men. 
And  then  thou  wilt  be  wise. 

6.  The  student  who  is  faithful  and  blameless  wins 
high  honors. 

7.  Hard  study  and  high  ideals  produce  the  star  students 
East  and  West. 

8.  The  college  student  who  harms  a  woman  in  thought 
or  deed  disgraces  his  Alma  Mater. 

9.  Clear  grit  and  good  morals  mark  the  student  who 
will  outstrip  most  of  his  rivals. 

10.  The  student  who  is  a  born  orator  and  good  in 
debate  is  a  winner  from  the  start. 

11.  The  student  who  is  always  a  gentleman,  and  never 
less  than  a  gentleman,  “will  stand  before  kings.” 

12.  The  college  student  who  lacks  initiative  and  has 
to  be  told  what  to  do  every  day  is  sorely  handicapped  for 
life. 

13.  Do  what  you  will,  do  all  you  possibly  can,  you  will 
never  get  away  from  the  personal  equation. 

14.  God  does  not  want  a  college  graduate  to  be  little, 
unknown,  or  bashful.  “Show  thyself  a  man!” 

15.  Grit,  pluck,  courage,  fearlessness,  resoluteness,  com¬ 
manding  will-power,  and  calmness  on  the  battlefield,  spell 
heroes  in  the  world's  arena. — Michigan  Christian  Advocate. 


A  Christmas  Carol 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

I. 

The  royal  Babe  of  David’s  town, 

In  Judah’s  sacred  story; 

In  manger-bed  and  swaddling  gown, 

0  Child  of  Heavenly  glory! 

Christ’s  natal  day  earth’s  purest  gem, 

Glad  Christmas  gilds  old  Bethlehem! 

II. 

The  royal  Babe  of  David’s  line, 

The  world’s  King  and  man’s  Brother; 

A  trav’ling  star  the  given  sign, 

0  Child  of  virgin  mother! 

Christ’s  natal  day  time’s  brightest  gem, 

Glad  Christmas  gilds  old  Bethlehem ! 

III. 

The  royal  Babe  of  David’s  fold, 

His  advent  seems  truth’s  isthmus; 

“A  Savior  born”  His  mission  told, 

0  Child  of  mystic  Christmas! 

Christ’s  natal  day  love’s  greatest  gem, 

Glad  Christmas  gilds  old  Bethlehem ! 

[Rev.  Wm.  F.  Lloyd,  D.  D.,  read  this  Christmas  Carol 
in  Union  Memorial  Methodist  Episcopal  Church,  Louis¬ 
ville,  Ky.,  on  Christmas  morning,  1901. 


53 


How  to  Live  Ninety  Years 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

Live  in  the  open  air  as  much  as  possible,  take  plenty 
of  exercise,  and,  above  all,  breathe  deeply.  Remember 
that  the  sun  is  a  health-giver.  Live  on  a  simple  diet,  eat 
meat  only  once  a  day,  and  take  care  to  chew  ycur  food 
thoroughly.  Eat  two  or  three  apples  every  day.  A  Ger¬ 
man  physician  tells  me  that  there  were  nine  boys  in  his 
family.  His  parents  gave  them  apples  to  eat  at  breakfast, 

dinner,  and  supper.  All  of  the  boys  grew  up  hale  and 

healthy. 

Go  to  bed  early  and  rise  early;  sleep  in  a  dark  and 
quiet  room  with  open  windows,  and  take  never  less  than 
six  nor  more  than  seven  and  a  half  hours  if  you  are  a 

man,  or  more  than  eight  and  a  half  hours  if  you  are  a 

woman.  Avoid  worry  about  things  that  have  happened 
and  can  not  be  helped  or  that  may  happen  and  can  not 
be  foreseen,  and  be  temperate  in  the  use  of  alcohol,  to¬ 
bacco,  tea,  and  coffee.  Do  not  dissipate,  do  not  dissipate, 
DO  NOT  DISSIPATE  in  any  way.  Marry  at  twenty- 
three,  twenty-four,  or  twenty-five  years  of  age,  and  stay 
at  home  with  your  wife  every  night  of  the  round  year. 
There  is  sometimes  malaria  in  the  night  air.  Avoid  clubs, 
secret  societies,  and  all  night  meetings.  Let  good  books 
be  your  chosen  friends  at  night.  Father  Murphy  lived 
to  be  ninety  years,  and  was  seldom  sick.  I  am  now  seventy- 
one  years  of  age,  and  have  outlived  seven  of  my  family 
physicians. 


54 


Persons  and  Places 

By  Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

1.  Lincoln  was  a  “sure-enough”  office  seeker. 

2.  General  Ulysses  Simpson  Grant  commanded  a 
million  soldiers  without  swearing. 

3.  A  Blue  Grass  Maiden  is  evermore  God’s  master¬ 
piece  of  creation. 

4.  Exports  of  American  manufactured  articles,  which 
passed  a  billion  in  value  last  year,  are  still  climbing. 

5.  A  Syracuse  University  girl  has  broken  the  record 
for  the  high  jump.  She  trained  for  the  even  thoroughly. 

6.  President  Wilson,  it  appears,  is  a  superb  Cabinet¬ 
maker.  His  Cabinet  officers  are  all  clean,  clever,  and 
capable  statesmen. 

7.  The  dead  in  Christ,  what  do  they  lack? 

And  if  they  could,  would  they  come  back? 

8.  Colonel  Wm.  J.  Bryan,  the  soldier,  scholar,  and 
statesman,  is  the  Premier  of  Wilson’s  Cabinet.  He  is,  we 
think,  the  Prince  of  American  orators. 

9.  Oxford  is  as  near  to  Heaven  as  any  other  town  in 
Ohio.  It  is  built  upon  a  plateau  of  ground  that  slopes 
East  and  West  and  is  1,017  feet  above  the  level  of  the 
Atlantic  Ocean. 

10.  The  Western  Christian  Advocate ,  of  Cincinnati,  is 
now  one  of  the  best  religious  weeklies  published  in  the 
great  Southwest.  It  should  have  fifty  thousand  sub¬ 
scribers  this  summer. 

11.  God  does  not  love  a  stingy  man  or  a  selfish  woman. 
We  live  in  a  world  of  ‘‘give  and  take.”  But  not  what  we 
take  up,  but  what  we  give  up  as  individuals,  makes  us 
worth  while. 

12.  We  have  known  four  young  women  in  fifty  years 
who  were  superbly  gifted  as  letter  writers — Miss  Cayenne 
Pepper,  Washington,  D.  C.;  Miss  Rachel  E.  Murphy, 
Buena  Vista,  Ohio;  Miss  Lizzie  S.  Enyart,  Clarksburg,  Ky. ; 
and  Miss  Ethel  Streator,  Clarksville,  Tenn.  Each  was  a 
brilliant  star  in  her  own  galaxy. 


55 


Old  Miami 


Inscribed  to  Hon.  R.  M.  Hughes, 
Acting  President. 

Miami,  0  Miami! 

The  young  Yale  of  the  West, 

Proud  factor  in  life’s  drama, 

Its  scholars  bright  and  blest! 

Miami  grows  midst  great  compeers, 

Five  score  and  four  its  given  years! 

— Caft.  David  A.  Murphy. 

Oxford,  Ohio,  April  3,  A.  D.  1913. 


The  N  ame  of  God  in  Forty -five  Languages 

A  rare  gem,  selected  by  Mrs.  Jennie  M.  Murphy. 


English . 

.  God. 

German . 

.Got  or  Gott. 

Gothic . 

.  Guth. 

Assvrian . 

.  I  he. 

Aramaic . 

.  Ela’h. 

Hebrew . 

.  El  or  Elohim. 

Greek . 

.  Dei. 

Latin . 

.  Deus. 

French . 

.  Dieu. 

Spanish . 

.  Diou. 

Catalan . 

Deu. 

Portuguese . 

.  Deos. 

Italian . 

Iddio. 

Piedmontese . 

Iddiou. 

Roman . . 

.  Dumnden. 

Welsh . 

.  Durv. 

Gaelic . 

Dia. 

Irish . 

.  Ozsi. 

Manx  (Isle  of  Man). 

Jee. 

Breton . 

.  Doue. 

Dutch . 

God. 

Danish  and  Swedish. 

.  Gud. 

Icelandic . 

.  Guo. 

Surinam . Gado. 

Creolese  of  West  Indies  Godt. 

Albanian  (Gheg) . Perendia. 

Albanian  (Tosk) . Heptvia. 

Basque . Seme. 

Slavonic . Erz. 

Bohemian . Bun. 

Bulgarian . Eotz. 

Upper  Wendish . Boh. 

Lower  Wendish . Bohg. 

Slovenian . Bog. 

Servian . Lory. 

Croatian . Bogu. 

Finnish . Jumala. 

Laplander . Jubmel. 

Turkish . Allha. 

Syraic . Eloah. 

Maltese . Alla. 

Persian . Goda. 

Japanese . Kami. 

Chinese  of  Ning-po.  .  .  Jing-ming. 
Eskimos . Gudib. 


56 


Miami  University,  Oxford,  Ohio.  104  Years  Old. 


An  Oxford  Christmas  Story 

How  a  Blue  Grass  Girl  Captured  a  Virginia  Hunter. 

By  Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

I. 

She  did  it  with  an  old  glove. 

The  glove  was  worth  perhaps  fifty  cents. 

She  was  witching  and  he  was  willing. 

Scene  of  my  love  story,  on  the  east  bank  of  the  Talla- 
wanda,  near  Oxford,  Ohio. 

Dramatis  Persona ?. — He,  she,  two  dcgs,  one  old  fiddle, 
and  one  glove. 

Hero  and  heroine  were  quietly  married,  and  they 
surely  were  happily  married. 

II. 

Capt.  Virgil  Virginia,  of  Richmond,  a  member  of  the 
State  Militia  in  1890,  forty  years  of  age,  but  sound  as  a 
new  silver  dollar,  lived  in  a  log  cabin  on  the  east  side  of 
the  beautiful  Tallawanda,  near  Oxford,  Ohio.  He  was  a 
bachelor,  a  born  hunter,  and  a  lover  of  woodlands.  He 
was  the  owner  of  a  fiddle  worth  approximately  fifty  dollars, 
and  he  could  play  old  and  new  tunes  “without  notes.” 
In  one  corner  of  his  cabin  was  a  select  library.  His  sole 
companions,  year  in  and  year  out,  two  faithful  dogs, 
“Don”  and  “Dan.”  Once  a  week  only  he  visited  Oxford 
to  buy  needed  groceries.  A  skillful  cook,  he  cared  iittle 
for  women  and  shunned  society.  Plainly  he  was  an  eagle, 
not  a  dove,  so  to  speak.  O  yes!  he  could  play  the  fiddle  to 
beat  the  band ! 

III. 

One  summer  day  a  merry  party  from  Kentucky  camped 
on  the  bank  of  the  Tallawanda  near  his  log  cabin.  They 
were  summer  tourists  from  the  Southern  part  of  the 
famous  Blue  Grass  State.  One  evening  a  wind  storm, 
accompanied  by  fierce  lightning  and  frightful  thunders, 
drove  them  pell  mell  to  the  shelter  of  their  staked  tents. 
The  gallant  Captain,  with  a  lantern  in  his  hand,  went  over 
to  their  camp  and  invited  the  party  to  come  to  his  log 
cabin  and  take  refuge  for  the  night.  Nothing  loath,  the 

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party  took  full  possession  of  the  cabin.  And  then  the 
Captain  drew  forth  his  old  fiddle  and  gave  them  music 
worth  while  hearing.  His  guests  were  not  merely  sur¬ 
prised — they  were  entranced.  One  of  the  guests,  Miss 
Kenneth  Kentucky,  twenty-five  years  old,  and  a  famous 
belle  in  Southern  circles,  impulsively  gave  him  her  hand 
as  she  thanked  him  for  his  marvelous  melodies,  and  there 
were  tears  in  her  eyes  and  on  her  cheeks.  The  other  guests, 
her  neighbors,  might  have  laughed,  but  they  were  all 
surely  serenaded. 


IV. 

Morning  came  and  the  Southern  guests  returned  to 
their  tents  in  the  woods.  On  leaving  the  house,  the 
Southern  girl  dropped  one  of  her  gloves,  worth  perhaps 
fifty  cents,  in  the  yard,  but  near  the  gate,  so  that  it  might 
be  seen  there!  The  next  day  the  campers  “folded  their 
tents  and,  like  the  Arabs,  stole  silently  away.”  The  Cap¬ 
tain,  during  their  stay  at  his  humble  cabin,  learned  that 
they  were  from  Owensboro,  Kentucky.  The  Virginia 
bachelor  so  far  in  life  had  never  been  thrilled  or  thralled 
by  any  one  of  the  gentler  sex.  He  was  indeed  heart  and 
fancy-free  up  to  that  fateful  evening.  The  poet  sings: 

“Two  strangers  meet  and  make  no  sign, 

But  subtle  cords  their  hearts  entwine — 

They  never  more  are  free.” 

He  found  the  old,  faded  glove  in  the  yard  and  he  kept 
it  “as  a  relic”  for  one  week.  And  then,  moved  by  an 
impulse  new  and  strange  to  him,  he  concluded  to  hunt 
up  the  owner  of  that  glove  even  if  she  lived  two  hundred 
miles  distant.  Slowly  but  surely  he  traveled  to  Owensboro, 
and,  after  two  or  three  failures,  he  was  rewarded  by  finding 
the  street  and  number  of  her  house,  and  she  was  at  home 
when  he  called.  He  blushed,  but  he  held  up  the  faded 
glove.  She  blushed,  too,  but  invited  him  into  the  parlor, 
and  then  they  talked.  The  Captain  lodged  at  a  hotel 
near  by,  but  he  managed  to  see  the  belle  of  Owensboro 
every  afternoon  and  evening  for  one  whole  week.  A 
letter  from  Oxford  called  him  back  to  his  cabin  in  the 
woods.  But  he  never  told  his  two  dogs  where  he  had 
been  or  why  he  had  stayed  so  long.  If  he  had  done  so, 
the  dogs  would  not  have  believed  him.  Dogs  are  loyal 
by  nature,  and  they  never  could  think  their  old  comrade 
could  have  been  disloyal  for  one  whole  week. 

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V. 

The  next  summer  he  built  a  new  five-room  cottage  on 
his  small  farm  and  bought  some  furniture  from  Cincinnati. 
And  a  day  before  Christmas  Mr.  Virgil  Virginia,  age  forty, 
and  Miss  Kenneth  Kentucky,  age  twenty-five,  were 
married  at  Owensboro,  Kv.,  and  their  bridal  trip  ended 
in  their  new  home  on  the  banks  of  the  Peaceful  Talla- 
wanda.  Meantime  the  two  dogs,  Don  and  Dan,  had 
been  relegated  to  the  woodshed.  Don  and  Dan  then  and 
there  learned  some  way  how  to  talk  to  each  other  in  deg 
Latin. 

One  day  Don  saw  Dr.  C.  O.  Munns  coming  down  the 
road  from  Oxford  in  his  runabout.  Den  barked  a  joyful 
welcome,  and  Dan  wanted  to  know  why  he  was  so  elated. 
Don  winked  one  eye  and  said,  “Dan,  you  are  a  plum  fool — 
a  dog-gone  fool,  yes!  Don’t  you  know  or  guess  we  are 
going  to  have  one  young  baby  for  a  playmate  right  here 
shortly?”  About  one  week  after  that  the  Captain  brought 
a  girl  baby  dressed  in  long  clothes  onto  the  porch.  The 
two  dogs  almost  fought  as  to  which  should  lick  her  tiny 
hands  first.  And  then  the  Captain  brought  a  small  boy 
baby  dressed  in  short  pants  and  showed  him  to  the  as¬ 
tonished  dogs.  “Twins,  by  Hokey!”  exclaimed  Don.  The 
dogs  were  wild  with  joy. 

“Don,”  said  Dan  that  evening  in  the  woodshed,  “you 
must  be  a  Christian  dog!”  “Why  do  you  say  that?” 
asked  Don.  Dan  replied,  “Dr.  T.  DeWitt  Talmage  in  his 
famous  lecture  says  that  when  Christians  do  lie,  they  lie 
like  the  devil!  Don,  you  said  we  would  have  cue  new 
baby  playmate.  Now  there  are  two  of  them!  Den,  you 
are  A  dog-gone  lyre  !  ”  And  then  they  fought  each 
other  all  over  the  yard  playfully! 

VI. 

Ten  years  later  the  Captain  and  his  wife  and  five  chil¬ 
dren  were  at  home.  It  was  the  night  before  Christmas, 
but  nobody  in  that  house  was  still  as  a  meuse!  The  Cap¬ 
tain  played  the  “Virginia  reel”  on  the  fiddle,  and  his  wife 
played  “My  Old  Kentucky  Home”  on  the  grand  piano, 
as  she  was  a  graduate  of  Berlin.  The  children  danced  mer¬ 
rily,  and  the  two  dogs  were  admitted  into  the  parlor  for 
the  time.  At  nine  o’clock  P.  M.  the  children  said  “Good¬ 
night”  and  went  upstairs  to  their  small  beds.  And  then 
the  mother  held  up  an  old,  faded  glove  and  asked  her  lord 

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and  master  if  he  was  sorry  he  had  found  it  and  her.  For 
answer  he  took  down  his  old  fiddle — the  old-time  fiddle — 
and  played  “Home,  Sweet  Home,’’  with  all  the  many 
variations.  The  happy  husband  and  happy  wife  went 
upstairs  laughing.  They  really  forgot  to  turn  the  two 
dogs  out-doors  that  night.  Don  said  to  Dan,  as  they  both 
stretched  their  legs  before  the  open  fire,  “It  surely  must 
be  Christmas  on  the  Tallawanda!” 


The  Christ  Hospital 

Mt.  Auburn,  Cincinnati,  Ohio. 
Miss  Alice  Thatcher,  Superintendent, 


Under  the  Auspices  of  the 

ELIZABETH  GAMBLE  DEACONESS  HOME  ASS’N. 

Bishop  David  H.  Moore,  W.  A.  Robinson, 

President.  Financial  Secretary. 

James  N.  Gamble,  Mrs.  Katherine  C.  Mullikin, 

Vice-President.  Recording  Secretary. 

YV.  E.  Stark,  Treasurer. 

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She  Is  Not  There 

In  Memory  of  My  Wife,  Now  In  Heaven 

Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

The  saddest  thought  that  comes  to  me 
On  mountain  top  or  grassy  lea, 

No  home-light  more  mine  eyes  shall  see; 

A  darken’d  home — a  vacant  chair — 

O  loved  and  lost !  She  is  not  there. 


Full  forty  years,  O  swift  their  flight! 
On  reaching  home  in  darkest  night, 

I  welcome  saw  in  window  light — 

One  husband  lack’d  no  wifely  care, 
But  now,  alas!  she  is  not  there. 


In  plaintive  tones  she  “Mizpah”  said, 
And  bravely  faced  the  ordeal  dread. 

The  silent  grave  is  now  her  bed— 

A  pilgrim  gray,  I  onward  fare, 

Bereft  of  home!  She  is  not  there. 

— Western  Christian  Advocate. 
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Capt.  David  A.  Murphy 

An  Ohio  Soldier  and  Poet 
1842  AND  HIS  WIFE  19= 
Mrs.  Jennie  Ball  Murphy 

THE  CAPTAIN'S  MATE  AND  COMRADE 

1845  GONE  HOME  1911 


CAPT.  DAVID  A.  MURPHY  AND  WIFE. 

Their  monument  at  Green  Lawn  Cemetery,  Portsmouth,  Ohio. 


Buena  Vista 

By  Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 

N.  B. — This  little  poem,  three  verses,  was  written  on  the  steamer 
Tacoma  en  route  from  Cincinnati  to  Buena  Y'ista. 

Mv  boyhood  home  of  long  ago, 

In  County  of  Old  Scioto; 

The  Freestone  town  that  builders  know, 

“  Best  building  stone  in  O-hi-o!  ” 

Twin  Creek  twisty, 

Buena  Vista! 

The  rock-ribbed  hills  times’  ravage  show, 
Rich  farm-lands  near  great  harvests  grow; 
Spring  river  high,  in  Summer  low, 

And  coal-fleets  now  the  steamers  tow. 

Hill  tops  misty, 

Buena  Vista! 

The  seasons  four,  they  come  and  go, 

And  gentle  rains  bless  friend  and  foe; 

The  star-worlds  shine,  and  roses  blow. 

God’s  place  for  me,  and  there  I  ’ll  go! 

Freak  nor  frisky, 

Buena  Vista! 

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The  Sunset  Gates 


I ’m  looking  through  the  sunset  gates, 

Where  trials  end  and  triumph  waits; 

Faith  sings  a  mystic  rhyme; 

Death  grimly  stalks  the  groaning  earth, 
Swift  changes  stint  all  fireside  mirth — 
There’s  light  at  evening  time! 

I 'm  looking  through  the  sunset  gates, 

Where  ransom’d  souls  meet  raptur’d  mates, 
Hope  rings  a  joyous  chime; 

Life’s  pilgrims  greet  loved  pastors  there, 
Earth’s  mourners  find  the  mansions  fair — 
There’s  light  at  evening  time! 

I ’m  looking  through  the  sunset  gates, 

Where  friendly  hands  whelm  feudal  hates; 

Love  limns  a  royal  clime; 

The  sun-bright  clime  where  sorrows  cease, 
Christ's  blissful  place  of  blessed  peace — 
There’s  light  at  evening  time! 

— Capt.  David  A.  Murphy. 


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